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It was an intricate white corset top with matching panties and a garter belt. Once I was dressed, I stood in front of the mirror with Tristian standing behind me.

“You’re fucking stunning.” He kissed my shoulder.

I moved away from him. “Don’t start that. We can’t do that in here.”

“Kitten, when are you going to learn that I can do what I want?”

“Tris—”

With that, he walked out of the room.

Oh my God.

The expression on the seamstress’ face was one I’d never forget as she witnessed him stepping out of my dressing room.

“Mr. Hawkins, I—”

“Here’s five hundred dollars. You never saw me here, understood?”

Her eyes beamed, grabbing the bills from his hands. “Yes. No problem. I won’t say a word.”

“Great.” He gazed at the rack of dresses. “She’s going to try these on, and she’ll call you when you’re needed.”

She eagerly nodded, glancing back and forth between us before leaving.

I smacked his chest. “Are you out of your mind?”

He laughed.

“Where did you get all that money?”

“I have a trust. It was in my parents’ will.”

“You just spent five hundred dollars to be alone with me in a dressing room.”

“And I would have paid more if I had to.”

“You’re insane.”

He smiled, tugging me toward him with his hand on the back of my neck. “Insanely in love with you.”

I wish I would have known then that this was the beginning of the end...

For us.

Chapter Twenty-Three

—Tristian—

Now

“Do we have to leave?” she questioned, kissing my chest.

We’d just woken up, and it was the last day of our two-week honeymoon.

“Considering you didn’t want to come and now you’re begging me to stay, I could be persuaded to give you what you want.”

“You know what they say: happy wife, happy life.”

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