She caught my eye when she shouldn’t have. Too young. Too untouched for a man like me. But something about her—the way she watched me, the way she trembled—itched under my skin. I told myself I’d keep my distance. Then she smiled.
And now?
Now I’m divorcing my wife.
HER:
I saw him. Studied him. Waited for him.
And now? Now he’s mine.
His hands, his money, his reputation—all wrapped around my finger.