His Dirty Little Secret
Dante sat across from me, his foot finding mine under the table almost immediately, a secret brush that grounded me—toe teasing along my ankle, a silent reminder: I’m here.
Mom dominated the conversation, regaling us with honeymoon tales: "The beaches were pristine, white sand like powder! And the yacht excursion—Victor proposed a toast every sunset." She patted his hand adoringly, her ring flashing, but I knew the performance; she’d married him for the status, the wealth that elevated her from "divorced single mom" to "society wife." Victor chuckled, indulging her. "Your mom’s the real star—charmed every local we met. Cassidy, how about you? Studies going well? Dante mentioned you’re acing
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