Divorcing My Ruthless Husband
I bit my lower lip, stealing glances at his abs.
I was positive that I had not consumed any alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his mere presence. Lost in thought, I had failed to realize that I was now perched on the bed, uncovered and exposed, with him gazing down at me.
“I have never seen a body as beautiful as yours, Summer,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me.
“I’m sure you have,” I replied, the bitterness evident in my words. “Because it would be surprising if you haven’t seen Amby’s nude body.”
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