Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You
I grabbed the phone so hard the glass cracked under my grip, then hurled it to the floor, shattering it like I wished I could shatter Julian’s face.
The rain thickened, pounding the car roof like war drums. I shut my eyes, desperate for silence, for peace, but my head was louder than any storm.
The passenger door creaked open. My body tensed before I even turned my head. Natasha slid in, shaking off her umbrella like she was walking into a spa instead of my hell.
“Husband-to-be,” she purred, folding the umbrella with delicate precision before tossing it into the backseat. “Learn to enjoy the perks.”
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