Sealed with Vengeance
Language: en
At a yacht party, our social circle played a blindfolded game — find your husband by touch alone. Blindfolded, I reached out and caught Oliver's hand immediately. All it took was the faint scent of cedarwood and oud on his cuff. When I pulled off the blindfold, the crowd gasped with envy. "Oliver literally missed a heartbeat for you." He kissed my forehead with such tenderness. So devoted. So perfect. But I caught it — in the glass reflection on the tabletop, clear as anything — his other hand, hidden beneath the tablecloth, gripping the thigh of a single mother nearby. His thumb moved in…