September 4, 2026

My husband forgot to hang up… and I realized that two hundred million dollars was the price he placed on my love.

“Excellent,” Dominic said softly. “Come to my office tomorrow morning, and write everything immediately while emotional interference remains minimal.”

The following morning, I performed the role of devoted wife with unsettling precision, preparing coffee, adjusting Alexander’s cufflinks, and offering a gentle kiss accompanied by warmth convincing enough to preserve his illusion of control.

“I will be late tonight,” Alexander said smoothly, his expression relaxed, his deception intact.

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