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“I’ve met with a realtor to discuss the possibility of selling your shop.”

“Without my permission?”

“Piper, your shop is in a prime position to get a pretty penny. It’s excellent real estate and—”

“You have no right!”

“I know, but I only want what’s best for you. If our lives are going in a new direction, Piper, one that will bring us great success and wealth, you need to learn to trust me.”

My heart thuds in my chest, and I’m torn. I want to rip him a new asshole for what he did, but at the same time, how can I when I’ve not been the best woman that he deserves?

“I don’t want to sell my shop, and I don’t want you going behind my back making negotiations,” I seethe.

“I promise to discuss everything with you before I do it in the future. Just as I expect the same,” he says, leveling a serious gaze at me.

I wonder what price I’ll pay for my infidelity because Kenneth hasn’t let me off the hot seat this easily.










CHAPTER 21 – PIPER

(1 Year Later)

My eyes feast on him, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me. That can’t be because my mom just cursed us both out and gave me a warning not to fuck up my wedding to Kenneth.

Rashida pinched me, and it still stings.

So no way my mind is playing tricks on me. He is here in the flesh when I thought I’d never see him again. We stare at one another for several long seconds, drinking each other in.

His tux looks good on him, outlining all his muscles and highlighting the breadth of his chest and shoulders. I note he still has a flair for fashion as I see the black and white polka-dotted handkerchief peeping from his jacket pocket.

There are so many sides to this man. He was as comfortable in a suit or tux as in jeans, sweats, or a t-shirt or button-down.

He still wears his hair long on the top and faded on the sides, but now little grey streaks are threaded through the faded part. A diamond in his right ear flashes at me like a beautiful wink.

He’s perfect and handsome, but I can’t help wondering why he’s here. There’s a haunting look in his eyes as though he’s in pain. His features, though handsome, look tormented, as though he’s in agony over some undisclosed tragedy.

Seeing him like this on what’s supposed to be my wedding day has my stomach in tight knots.

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