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This is a very well thought out gift.

This is super personalized.

A watch I have been wanting for ages, but it’s pretty rare. Limited edition. Every time I tried to get one, they didn’t have them available.

She got one for me.

I can’t believe this.

I have to make it up to her. All the effort she put in that went unnoticed.

In the morning, I am up and dressed and waiting downstairs before Leora comes down. She is dressed and ready to go out, as she has been every day.

“This is for you.” I say, handing her my black credit card. “There is no limit on the card.”

It might not be the most personalized gesture, but it’s a start.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Leora

“Why are you giving me this?” I stare down at the black credit card. My father used to have one. I guess that was before all of his money issues. Even when he had one though - he would never have just handed it to me like this.

“I want you to go out and spoil yourself today. Have some fun.” He smiles and I eye him through narrowed lids. What game is he playing now?

I bite at the inside of my cheek, wondering if it’s a good idea for me to take this or not.

But then I smirk.

“Thanks.” I say, sliding the card into the inside pocket of my handbag.

I clearly can’t have an emotional relationship with him. My married life is doomed to be this lonely empty fake thing - but - I can take advantage of his money and at least get some joy out of this arrangement.

“What time will you be home?” He asks, standing too close to me.

I step back. “I won’t be home for dinner.” I say.

“You have to eat, Leora.”

“I am meeting Isabelle for cocktails this afternoon and we’ll get some pizza or something.”

“Oh, ok, that sounds fun. Well, just message me so I know you’re safe. Let me know if you need a ride home. I’ll come and fetch you.”

“I’ll get the driver to take me.” I raise one brow at him, so confused about what the fuck he’s up to. Why is he trying to be nice?

I don’t want to get roped into thinking he likes me again. I can’t take that risk. I can’t open my heart again - it will kill me if I am stupid enough to do that and he pushes me away.

It’s not worth it.

He’s made it clear- I remind myself.

“Alright, but if you change your mind and want me to fetch you - just call.” He leans down and catches me by surprise when he kisses me goodbye. “Have fun, Leo.” He grins.

“Leo?”

“Like a little wild kitten.” He chuckles.

I pull the corner of my mouth to the side. Nicknames. He really is up to something.

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