Part 3The Husband Who Heard Everything

In the days that followed, it was like a whole new world had opened up to me.

Every time I went in to give Asher his bath, my hands would wander, taking their sweet time exploring his physique. It became my favorite part of the day.

And every time, without fail, that handsome blush would spread across his face.

At first, I felt a little guilty, but now it was just part of our routine. I even started teasing him about it, my voice a low whisper in the quiet room.

"You owe me this, you know," I’d say, my fingers tracing the lines of his stomach. "Look at your brother, a regular stallion. I got the short end of the stick here. A few extra touches are the least you can do to make it up to me."

One afternoon, after lunch, I shooed the day nurse away, closed the door, and was just about to begin my… duties… with my husband.

But a sharp knock echoed through the suite.

It was Blaze, dressed in a stunning but disheveled evening gown.

"Sienna! I'm leaving! I’m done!"

Her hair was a mess, and a dark red stain, suspiciously like wine, was splattered across the front of her dress.

I opened the door wider. "What happened? Who did this to you?" My sleeves were already halfway up my arms. Anyone who messes with my best friend messes with me.

Blaze’s voice was shaking with fury. "Donovan's old flame is back! That bitch, Isabelle, 'accidentally' spilled a glass of cabernet all over me at the fundraiser and then played the innocent victim. She's a goddamn snake!"

I froze. I knew Donovan was emotionally unavailable, but I’d never heard anything about a great lost love.

Blaze was getting more worked up by the second, punching one of the decorative panels on my door. "Donovan isn't an ice king! He's a goddamn monk, saving himself for Saint Isabelle! And now that she's back, he not only lets her humiliate me, he tells me I need to apologize to her! I can't do this anymore!"

Her eyes flashed with a terrible realization. "All those nights… was I just her stand-in? I'm out of here, Sienna. I’m filing for divorce today!"

A cold anger settled in my own stomach. What a bastard.

Blaze grabbed my hands, her gaze intense. "Are you coming with me?"

I glanced back toward the bedroom, a pang of regret for the abs I wouldn’t get to touch tonight. I swallowed hard.

Looking into Blaze's desperate eyes, I made my choice. "Best friends bail together. You go today, I'll go tomorrow."

We sealed the plan with a pact.

"There's just one problem," I admitted. "I've only got about five million saved up. I might need to borrow some cash."

Blaze waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry. To get rid of me, that cheating bastard gave me the deed to our villa on the coast. I'll sell it, cash out, and we'll split it fifty-fifty."

It sounded like a solid plan.

Our great escape was officially in motion.