Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

asked, his knuckles turning white where he held the edge of the table. “An act of service?”

Two women at the next table turned their heads, their forks hovering inches above their plates as they watched us.

A man in a blue blazer near the kitchen doors stopped talking to his companion, his eyes fixing on Damon’s red face.

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