I woke up every morning that week with Roman’s scent still on my skin. Even after showering, it lingered in some invisible corner of me, as if my body refused to let it go. And maybe I didn’t want it gone. His touch had burned a memory into me that Chase could never erase. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hands, his eyes, the way he made me feel like I wasn’t just a wife, or a trophy, or a placeholder in someone’s life.

Roman made me feel alive.

But life doesn’t stop for stolen ...