Sold Myself to My Husband’s Rival
Jesse leaned against the doorway, one hand tucked casually in his pocket, the other holding a glass of whiskey.
He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted to see.
I smiled, feeling warmth bloom in my chest.
"Just remembering," I said.
He crossed the balcony in two long strides and wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me close.
"Good memories, I hope," he murmured against my hair.
I nodded, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"The best," I whispered.
Later, after the kids had been tucked into bed with whispered stories and soft kisses,
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