That night, he kept me in bed until I thought I might actually die from pleasure.

Drifting in post-bliss haze, I dreamed.


I saw myself wearing revealing outfits daily, desperate for Adrian's attention.

But he only looked at me with disgust.

Hurt and angry, I directed my frustrations at innocent Milo.


His crying grated on my nerves until I forgot my responsibilities as a mother.

In desperation, I hired that drama student to pose as my lover.


We dined at an upscale restaurant, making sure Adrian would see us.

That night, he spotted us together.

He said nothing—just turned and walked away, his face a mask of ice.

Panicked, I ran after him—straight into oncoming traffic.

The dream shifted. Adrian sat by my hospital bed, clutching my hand.

"Leah, please wake up. If you still want that divorce when you wake up…"

His voice broke, tears streaming down his face.

"I'll sign the papers."

I jolted awake, gasping.

So that's what happened?

Adrian slept peacefully beside me, his arm draped possessively around my waist.

Thank goodness—it was just a dream.

The man I'd always loved was here with me, and somehow, miraculously, he loved me too.

I nestled closer, wrapping my arms around him.

"Hungry again?"

Adrian's eyes opened, dark with renewed desire.

"I love you, husband."

I kissed him softly.

Outside, golden sunlight streamed through the window. Our new beginning had finally arrived.

(The End)