I knew exactly what Julian was thinking—the same double standard every man lives by. They wanted other men's wives to dress sexy and turn heads, but when it came to their own wives, they expected modesty and restraint. The hypocrisy was almost laughable.
There was no way I was giving up my style just because he didn't like it.
In my past life, he'd never been cruel to me. He'd never loved me, but he'd never denied me anything material either. This time around, though, I'd chosen to stop loving him. I was going to reclaim my inner world, and there was nothing he could do to stop me.
"Fine. Stay at the office for now, then." Julian backed down the second I threatened to move my work elsewhere.
Lunch arrived a few minutes later. To my surprise, Julian had ordered two of my favorite dishes
