My billionaire husband is a CHEAT
st like the shattered gla
arly with glass shards that keep clinging to my skin. Demons t
. It's embedded in my flesh like an invisible terror. I'm t
it anot
anger make me shake too much anyway. I toss the tweezers and groan, barreling my head into my palms. Wave a
mysel
ture him reaching for a change of clothes in the giant walk- in closet. Stripping ou
T-shirt. Leaving his boxers on because he prefers
every part of him. I ignored his secrets because I di
bably reaching for his glasse
e home
that's
rt her. If I wasn't so busy slashing the couch like a madwoman,
better. A little calmer. It helped that, when Jerrison passed me, h
rating when I realized he had le
much of
. It'
offering a win? My husband didn't run after his mistress afte
the tears prickle my eyes. My life is
t leave hi
married for
hink I've made it clear that
three strikes. One mor
hunched over, on the toilet, moa
Cocky. Charismatic. Whenever he entered a room-whether it was a
ore than tha
glowed. Otherworldly. Supernatural. Could any man be
cheekbones were slashes on his face, too aristocratic to belong to someone without some kind of fancy title-Lord, Duke, or Prince. H
e around him. To be
as chosen. I
airytale before I reali
e daydreaming about my perfect life, my perfect wedding. As
. All
iage is strangers trapped in mindless infatuation, a passion that
A destructive force with a fe
s are the g
ight, the details, the planning-who should sit where, picking the food, the cake, the flowers-i
eality that all women eventu
d is chea
a rush of tears to my eyes again.
o hold the tear
hes in front of me, wearing a look that's far too tender
ush myself up. In doing so, I unwittingly agi
eling the pain. Grabbing my arm, he holds it stil
" I snatch
Sinking to his knees, he throws the cu
you doin
e. I thought we kept it in
smooth away. He rushes out the door. I
get up and wash my hands again, hoping t
doe
the baking soda along with a plastic cup. I watch in mild amuseme
dow installation, so that was a given." Jerrison sets the cu
. "I told yo
. My shoulders tense, but I decide not to fight hi
s not at the surface. His head bends in concentra
nd from his voice. He wraps up the area in a bandage and straightens. "That should cause the
ught cheating a couple hours ago and he's giving me those bedroom e
e eggshell paint is a giant picture of us on our wedding day. Bright smiles. Hands locked. Eyes f
. He says nothing about the blonde, about h
iliar. We haven't talked about much. The co
voice sounding distant even th
er turning a
ay for what happened today." My nos
ally thinks they're making a difference. "And I'll handle it if there are any charges a
or the first time in my life, I consi