Every night, Malcolm joined me in bed a little past midnight and took care of me till I came all over him while screaming his name.

Until that Thursday afternoon when a sleek black town car pulled into the estate driveway.

I watched as Victoria, Malcolm’s fiance, stepped out like she was straight off the cover of Vogue. She looked every bit of a runway supermodel, wrapped in an ivory coat with a diamond shining on her left hand.

Malcolm joined her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

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