His Doctor Bride
“Baby… you underestimate how shameless some women can be.”
She reached for her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Someone sent me something. I wasn’t even sure if I should show you.”
Damien looked at the phone, then back at her. His chest felt tight. His head swam. “Show me.”
Clara turned the screen toward him.
It was a video. Blurry. Dark. Loud music in the background. A woman on a dance floor, laughing, moving. The lighting made it hard to see her face clearly, but the angle, the hair, the body shape—Clara had chosen it carefully.