His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)
Ria Mmy coldhearted husband’s regretmy marriage makes me feel dead insidemy husband hates me but he lost his memoriesmy husband who hates me has lost his memories
I sink into the cushions, crossing my legs with ease, and lift my voice toward the open space.
“Champagne,” I call out smoothly. “Bring the good one. And a glass.”
Moments later, the bottle arrives. I watch with interest as the maid pours Dom Pérignon Rosé into a delicate crystal flute, the glass tall and slender, catching the light as the liquid settles inside.
Excitement hums beneath my skin.
I take the glass from the table, swirling the rosy drink slowly, watching it cling to the sides before sliding back down. Then I lift it to my lips and take a small sip, smiling into the taste as Lior’s stunned expression flashes through my mind.