– Damon –
It always made me wonder—why the hell is my wife like that? I love her. I love her to death. But she still hasn't fallen for me.
Sometimes I think about making her jealous, letting her think I've slept with someone else. But I know her—she wouldn't let me touch her again if I did. And I can't risk that.
I slouched on the sofa, exhausted after making all the necessary calls.
My wife can't get pregnant?
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temple. I've had a lot of headaches in my life, but these past few days have been quiet. Maybe because we've been...close. Or maybe because I've been the one constantly initiating it.
How could I not? She's so damn beautiful. My goddess.
"D!"
I looked up. Kai was standing there—tanned, relaxed, casual as always—then dropped into the seat across from me.
"So, how's married life?" he asked with a grin.
I shook my head.
"Oh? Getting divorced already?" he teased.
"No. My wife's... different. You wouldn't understand."
