Page 83 of Sinful Lies

But the man I saw yesterday was not the same man I have come to trust.

He might be sorry, but it’s going to take a lot more than a few whispered words to make me forgive him.

I head downstairs the following morning to find an enormous box on the kitchen counter addressed to me alongside a huge bouquet of lilac roses, just like the ones at our wedding.

I bite my lip as I pick up the note on top of the box and read the contents.

My beautiful wife,

I hope you’ll let me show you how sorry I am.

Be ready at 7.

Dimitri x

I hatehow my heart flutters at his words.

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tear open the box and gasp at the sight of the emerald satin gown.

“Dimitri…” I whisper as I skim my fingers over the fabric.

It feels expensive, and I’m almost scared to lift it out of the box in case I ruin it. But curiosity gets the better of me, so I gently lift the dress out of the box.

It’s stunning, with an open back, and the dark green color will compliment my eyes perfectly.

“You do have great taste…” I mutter as I hold the dress up to myself.

After my wedding dress, it’s the most luxurious item of clothing I own, and I can’t deny that I’m excited to get all dressed up and spend the evening with Dimitri.

I have hours until I need to be ready, but I decide to make the most of the day and truly pamper myself. If I’m going to be wearing a gown that costs more than the rent of my old apartment, I need to take care of a few things first.

Tucking the dress back into the box,along with the note, I head back up to my room to start the long process of getting ready.

At five minutes to seven,I carefully make my way down the stairs, clutching the skirt of my dress in my hand so as not to stick a heel through the lining.

I’m so busy looking down to stop myself from tripping that I don’t notice Dimitri perched on the arm of the couch until I reach the bottom step and look up.

“Oh, my god!” I clutch a hand to my chest. “You scared me.”

“You’re dressed.” He gets to his feet.

“You said to be ready by seven.” I frown down at my attire.

Was this not what he wanted?

I slipped on some gold stilettos and kept my hair in loose curls around my shoulders if only to cover up a bit more.

The dress is extremely low cut at the back and the top shows ample amounts of my cleavage, which I’m sure Dimitri is happy about from the way he eyes my chest.

“I was worried you would toss the dress in the trash and tell me to go to hell.” He tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I considered it, but it’s too nice of a dress.”

His lips twitch as he steps closer to me.

I silently curse him for looking so delicious in his black suit and shirt.

He’s left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and I itch to run my hands over the tanned skin of his chest. His dark hair is parted neatly, with a few stray curls framing his face, softening his chiseled cheekbones.

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