My Perfect Marriage Revenge
She just smiled faintly and excused herself to fetch a clean set of loungewear.
She found Theo at the pool. He was slicing through the water with fluid, powerful strokes, his body moving with the ease of a professional swimmer.
For a moment, she was mesmerized. Then without warning, he surged upward, emerging from the pool like a predator.
Droplets clung to his jet-black hair, trickling down his sharp jawline across his defined collarbones, and Bianca's breath hitched.
How does a man who eats so much still have such a perfect body?