Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You
Maybe it seems manipulative now, but it’s all I’ve got.
"Please, Seb," I whimper, my voice trembling with carefully placed need.
He sighs, rubbing his temples. I have him, just a little more.
"What about Philip?" His voice turns sharp. "I’m sure your heartthrob won’t be too happy to see you in my arms, rubbing your head on my chest, would he?"
This is a trap. He wants to see if I’ll falter.
I scoff, tilting my chin up.
"I no longer have feelings for that man. Don’t mention his name to me," I say, my voice laced with disgust. "All men are scum—except you, my darling husband."
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