But Siena wanted to talk to her husband. She hadn’t heard his voice or seen him since last night—he had already left before she woke up. Now, her heart ached to hear him, or better yet, to see his face on a video call.
Without thinking twice, she dialed his number again, this time switching to video. She quickly smoothed her hair, pressed her lips together to even out her gloss, and ran a finger under her eyes in a swift motion—just in case her eyeliner had smudged.
She waited, her lips curling into a soft, sensual smile as she stared at the phone screen. But before the full ringtone even finished, the call was disconnected—from his side.
He’d cut her call. If he had been busy, he would’ve texted her or at least picked up to say he’d call back—but no, he’d directly rejected it.
That me
