Come back too

The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don’t cry. I don’t scream. I don’t get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man. A stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more. I ran before I could fall deeper into his abyss. A year later, I crash one of the city’s most forbidden parties… And land right back in the middle of his depraved world. Only this time, he’s promised to another. And he vows he’s not letting me go. \Standalone\