Chapter 59

ART’S POV – Midnight, Our Bed, War Zone

I stood at the edge of the bed like a fool caught between a crime scene and a confession booth.

There she was. Emily. My wife on paper.

Drunk. Glittering. Gorgeous. Dangerous.

Still in that damn dress—red, short, unapologetic. Her lipstick smeared like sh...

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