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“He’s an arms dealer, so that’s fun.”
“The secret is out, my love.” His love? Me?
“You are a distraction, and I do not entertain those.” “I am your wife.”
“You’re rich. We get it.” She yawned. “The only billionaires I like are fictional.”
“I don’t need an invitation. My daughter—” “Is my wife, my responsibility, and therefore my business. She currently does not want to speak to you. Unless I’m mistaken?”
“Romance is dead. Dating apps killed it years ago.
“Aww.” I brushed invisible lint from his suit. “Scared I’ll run off with a real man? Maybe one without daddy issues the size of Viet Nam?”
But Dallas wasn’t Morgan. She was indisputably, irrevocably mine.
“You are not the only one here with a dark corner to your soul. I will go to extreme lengths to make sure you are mine. I want you. And I won’t give you up just because you decided you want to try out life without me again.”
I wasn’t falling in love with my husband. I was crashing straight into the arms of unhealthy, frenzied obsession. If he left me now, I would never get over him. He would forever be my perfect, dark Romeo.
“I’ll wait.” Forever and beyond, if need be.
“And this is where I had my first kiss—with Lars Sheffield, my high school’s quarterback.” “Pity you mentioned him by name.” I laced my fingers through hers. “Now I have to kill him.”
“You prevailed. Look at you. Gorgeous. Successful. Accomplished.”
“I’m in love with you, Dallas Costa. I love every piece of you. Every cell. Every breath. Every laugh. You’ve bewitched me, and I don’t want to leave this world thinking you don’t know how much you’ve changed me.”
“Please, Rom, stay awake. Please. For me?” “I’ll do anything for you,” I heard myself say, before the world turned black and the ambulances ceased to whine. “You’re my favorite plot twist.”
“Baby.” He cupped my cheek. “I never hated you. I went from indifference, to being petrified of what you might do to my heart, to so disgustingly in love, I half wished you’d dump me just so I could tell myself I told you so.”
I lean against the door, watching my wife exist. Loudly. Messily. Unapologetically. Just the way a woman loved is meant to bloom. Like a rose in spring.
