Bree’s POV
Just a tip before the shocker: I was never always a perfect wife. I was a wild girl caged in a good girl’s body. And damn Greg, he had to break the spell.
“Honey?” Greg taps my shoulder and helps me roll to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be late for work.”
Shit! That's a taboo in our perfect home.
I have a laid-down tradition; lay the bed, clean the house, fix his bath, and make his breakfast before he gets to the dining table.
“Hmm…” I sigh from the muscle cramp when I try to sit up. I feel sick. My head bang from the hangover, the deafening music, and my scalp still hurts.
“Come on.” His tone is a bit high-pitched. “I've got to sign this deal before the i***t Zack crushes it.”
ZACK!!!
I jerk up with a strength I never knew I possessed. It scared both Greg and me.
“Are
