The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

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“You’ve been isolated. Emotional. Staff notice things.”

“Do they?”

He took a drink. “Don’t force me to protect myself.”

I stood.

Not quickly. Not dramatically.

Just enough to remind him I was not furniture.

“You gave Sloane my necklace.”

He looked annoyed. “It was a gesture.”

“It was theft.”

His eyes hardened.

There he was.

Not the charming husband.

Not the polished continue reading …