My billionaire husband is a CHEAT

DE, but no on

shaking hand. Lines that had to be erased and redone. Lipstick covers the raw, exposed carcass of my hea

my curves in designer jeans. The fabric hugs me in a way that demands admiration. Eyes that swing past steering wheel

ents. Men look at my body

sband

der a ratty T-shirt. Brown skin. A simple cotton bra. They reached for my chest. Fingers rubbing me awake as the wor

ve rolled down his boxers. Climbed on top of him. Ridden the wave of unconsciousness until it grew into a tsunami of

orning, I

is a chea

kn

'm no

fresh. My ange

fix

o

r... is b

nt wrong. When they fell apa

who does. I'm going to put

ocks on the window panes, peeking in hesitantly. Even in the shadows, Jerrison's blond h

the muscles on his back jump and contract, a show of restlessness and masculinity. From the broad hands to the thick neck to the

o find a way

in reminds me I still need to get to that splinter. I head to the bathroom and tear o

lash of gratitude floods m

last night leaves not a

hrough hard times. Deep inside, Jerrison is still the man who pledged to love me for the rest of my

hroom-the tender care, the focus on me-those ar

the e

going to

outside. A gentle breeze plays with my hair, flinging it in front of my

ew

ity to save

I adjust my grin. Lips tilted up at the corners. The eyes. I have to remember those.

happy bla

an with her

f and with her husband. What a beau

lk down the hallway. Stop in front of Pax's

n con

world has imploded. Has

push the door open. The sight

ry!" I whirl aroun

I... just a... babe, get off. Harriet, um..." Clothes rustle. A loud

McClane Fox-the youngest CEO of McClane

raced the cover of business magazines and has been mentioned in the newspaper more times than I can count. S

xplain, jutting a

d, Calvin Fox, a scolding look. Beneath her bre

t before you kissed me," he

e kind of guy who doesn't look like the 'devoted husband' type and yet,

er desk and sits. "Is this visit regarding business or pleasure, Harriet?" She pauses. Tur

ns me, Harriet?" Calvin

e a good one. Babe, call me when you're done her

no

too, Calvin." I fold myself into a couch and set

it?" Ca

the way back. "I asked Pax for his numbe

es, chewing on her bo

iving me a thoughtful look. "It's against his principles. He believes that the man is the

e isn't helpful to me right now. "B

tell his patient they're terminally ill. "You're right, Harriet. I should have given

sappointed? You know

nt you are. It's not on you to change anything. It's on him. A

d tears pop into my

now you don't want to hea

lies to me. Who tramples on our marriage vows." The heat of my fury burns my throat. "Every night, I feel like I'm descending into hell, but I know it can get better. He'

Her eyes skitt

or me. All I'm asking is that you giv

some kind of silent conversation. Finally, Calvin

gs me. "Alright, I'll

re. Righ

My sigh tremb

hould work on your approach. You can't ask Doc to help you fix your

hange hi

en him make an exc

eet his eyes, determination rising