Chapter 1

Ethan was my gardener; he shouldn’t be looking at me like this…it wasn’t right, but it made me feel so good, made me feel beautiful, my husband never made me feel like this.

He never worshipped my body like Ethan did; he preferred to touch himself to the women in magazines, leaving me to rot.

I was a woman, I had needs.

I stood on the patio, my silk robe clinging to my body in the faint breeze.

Ethan stood in front of me, his broad shoulders filling everywhere, his ...