I slipped into my best black dress that hugged my curves just right, fastening the diamond bracelet around my wrist like a silent acceptance of the role I had to play. James wanted the perfect wife—he would get her. But I wasn’t the same woman he thought I was.
Tonight, I wasn’t just his wife. I was a woman watching her husband very intently, and trying to find weaknesses about him.
James’s eyes darkened with approval when I walked downstairs. “You look stunning, he murmured, pressing a hand to my lower back as he pulled me in for a lingering kiss.
I let myself melt into it, tilting my head just right, sighing against his lips the way he liked. His grip tightened, but I pulled away first, giving him a teasing smile.
Save it for another time," I murmured, convincingly.
He chuckled, eye
