Mara
Our last week at the resort blurred into something warm and electric. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We kissed often, touched often, and the boundaries between us kept dissolving. The wildest moment? On the beach. And after that, I started seriously considering going all the way with my husband.
I wanted him. Badly.
Darian wouldn’t stop calling. Tina wouldn’t stop texting. She sent videos, claiming they were recent, as if trying to prove Lucian wasn’t truly mine. But I knew better. He never left my side. She was lying—and the best part? I didn’t even care to respond.
Let her squirm.
What I felt for Lucian was no longer just curiosity. It wasn’t the resort or the absence of noise. It was him.
The way he believed me when no one else did. The way he shielded me from
