My Perfect Husband Cheated, So I Found a Better Man
Language: en
“Sis, can I come over tonight?” Caleb’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pinning me. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, deliberately lowering his voice to a playful whine. I chuckled, patting his back: “Next time.” Caleb lifted his head, his wounded gaze expressing his displeasure. “When’s next time? Tomorrow or next year?” I was about to answer when my peripheral vision caught sight of a black car stopped at the intersection, waiting for the green light. I nudged Caleb’s shoulder: “Be a good boy, let go. My husband’s here to pick me up.” …