My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift

sick" yet again. But when she finally dragged herself home and scrolled through social media, her st

at sweet smile, she had been seething with envy over Lily's work ethic-and w

ruth: she wasn't his mi

swallow the bitterness. But as she got ready for bed, her phone buzzed

ites with Ex-Girlfriend Marina at Ex

owed David, devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo,

id. Her husband. The man who, after five years of marriage, still loo

e. She crumpled onto the edge of the bed, tears strea

Hardison from the mom

mbition-only to have her breath stolen the instant David strode past her desk. Sharp sui

ding

d been

ew he had b

rhythm of his moods, the way his jaw tightened before he fire

without a trace-leaving David shattered-L

era

key-soaked and hollow-eyed, he gripped her wrist li

she knew her place. She

tep. But as she turned to fetch a fresh towel, he pinned her against the wall

ony in his eyes broke her. And so, s

till on her skin-he stood by the window, smoke curling from h

it. Si

ook as she lif

ge Con

ly. No emotional attac

Until Mari

Hardison, you don't owe m

. He turned, and the look

e crushed his cigarette, his voice merciless. "My mother wan

. You'll have everything-except

between them, s

is heart. But four years of loving him in

sh part of her, if I stay

he s

she learned the torment

wless secretary-polite,

in the dark-a silent substitut

d "Marina" into her skin

champagne-colored fabric clinging to her curves. She had bought it weeks ago

f the fron

eath h

ned. The scent of his cologne-smoky sandalwood and sin-flooded the room befo

hed in his jaw

n, her pulse racing

llenge. He closed the distance in three strides, his fingers tangl

nswer, his mouth c

ossessiveness that made her knees buckle. She gasped as he backed her against the wall, his h

av

nst her throat as he bit down where her pulse flu

ndled her, the growl in his voice-was the David she crav

ht, she was w

ng kisses down her collarbone. When he carried her to the b

anded, pinning her w

His eyes were black with lust, but beneath it-wa

red in h

. Lily arched against him, nails raking down his back, meeting hi

ght. Maybe

ale sign. With a final snap of his hips, he spil

a ragged exha

through Lily's ch

-Marina's custom tone, a lilting p

hone. His voice, moments ago rough with desire, so

ghs. She watched his back-the taut muscles, the faint scars she had traced with her lips a

ly, he was all sharp edges and

suffocating. Lily sat up, clutc

ck." Not

at her. "We reconn

een marking their anniversar

her throat. "I'll pack my things.

ssion unreadable. "Marina doesn't li

d in Lily's heart li

lk as she watched him dress with mechanical efficiency-tie k

hesitate. The front door click

ars of

n a "th

orary solution. And now tha

for her to