Jasper Vale (The Edens, #4)

by Devney Perry

It was the truth.

“Are you bringing this woman to my wedding?” Sam asked. “Yes, I am.” “Who is she?”

“My wife.”

“That flutter is mine. Only mine.” “Huh?”

“Don’t talk like that.” “Like what?”

“Promise me, Eloise. Don’t give it to anyone else.”

“Promise.”

Her orgasms were mine, for now. Then she’d give them to another man. Just the thought sent red through my vision, a jealous rage as powerful as any feeling I’d had in months.

“Remember.” Remember me. Her hand came to my cheek. “Will you?” For the rest of my life.

And for everything he poured into that searing kiss, I sent it right back. The thunder to his lightning. We were a storm. Two souls lost in the pouring rain.

Eloise. She’d ruined me. Somewhere along the way, she’d ruined me for any other woman.

She’d asked me to talk to her. To try. I loved that she knew it wasn’t easy for me. And for that, I’d try.

Eloise was my wife. There wasn’t a damn thing fake about this marriage. Not anymore.

I loved Jasper for that. I loved Jasper. Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love with my husband.

Eloise Eden was mine. And I was hers. Until the end.

“I love how you fuck me.” She clawed her nails harder. “You’d better love it.”

His lip curled. “Bitch.” “Watch it,” Jasper rumbled. “That’s my wife.”

“Eloise.” “Don’t.” A sob broke free. “Don’t say my name like that.” “Like what?”

“Like I’m your wife.”

“I know this is the end. I just didn’t expect it to feel like this. And I don’t want to end it fighting.”

“It’s not the end.”

“I got the divorce papers.”

“I didn’t realize your attorney was sending them.” “Not mine, angel. Yours.”

“I threw them in the trash.”

“Wait. You did? Because there was something wrong with them or⁠—” “It’s not the end.” “It’s not?” “No.”

“You are my...

“I love you.” Jasper’s eyes popped open.

For Jasper Vale, I’d wait until the end of my days.

“Love you, El.”

Four months later, with our daughter growing inside me, my husband took me back to Paris.