The weekend became my personal hell and heaven.
Leo Lugard had planned a perfect Saturday for us: a picnic in the park, followed by couples’ massage and dinner at our favorite rooftop restaurant. He held my hand the entire day, looking at me like I was his entire world. Every sweet gesture feeding me strawberries, massaging my shoulders, whispering how excited he was for our wedding, chipped away at my soul.
Because all I could think about was John Larry.
By Sunday afternoon, I was vibrating with need and guilt. Leo had an emergency work call that would take hours. The moment he stepped into his home office, I grabbed my keys.
I drove to John’s apartment like a woman possessed.
He opened the door shirtless, and the second our eyes met, the emotional storm exploded. I didn’t even spea
