His Red Carpet Cost Him His Marriage
Language: en
I was forced to kneel on the floor, using a pin to alter my husband's mistress's evening gown. My knees pressed against the cold marble floor, and an old injury throbbed as if shattered bones were grinding together. Ethan Smith stood nearby, gazing at Amber Rose with unmistakable tenderness. Those same eyes had once looked up at me as he knelt before me, swearing that if he ever cheated again, he would give up his inheritance. Now, all he said was, "It's the first time she's ever loved something this much. I just want to give her the best." The needle pierced my fingertip. A drop of…