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Once they’re out of sight, I move my wife, turn her in my arms, and smile with relief, seeing no anger directed at me.

“Burgers, huh?” I ask, and she grins.

“Burgers,” she confirms, and I nod, pressing my lips against hers.

“That sounds good; I’m starved,” I reply. “Let me just clean up the chair and shit.”

She nods and goes to her tiptoes, kissing my lips. She moves further into my room, straight to my art book full of sketches of her, while my son grabs the wipes, and I grin.

I could really fucking get used to this, I just hope I never lose it again.

Heaven side-eyes me and grins, and everything in me settles, and deep down, I know we’ll make it.

29

Heaven – One Week Later

A: Please tell me you’ve fully forgiven Anchor? That man adores you xx

I smile at Aurora's message, trying to ignore the guilt that fills me, and message her back.

Me: I’m working on it xx

Which isn’t a lie; I am working on it. I’m letting him in a little more every single day. I’ll tell him what I’ve been up to, share a bed with him every night, heck, I’ve even given him my body again, but I’m still questioning myself, wondering if I’m making the right choice for me, for him, and for our son.

If I trusted him again, wouldn't I have told him about seeing Aurora and speaking to her?

My phone vibrates, and I look at it.

A: Tell him everything, I promise he’ll surprise you and keep quiet. Out of all the brothers, I trust him most xx

I bite my bottom lip, not surprised that she could read me. Even when she was a ten-year-old, annoyingly cute little girl, she read me like a book.

Inside the club, because of Steal, she was the only one who knew I existed, that Micha existed, but only because Bowler used to look after her when her dad, as well as several other brothers, would be called in for active duty—her dad is a SEAL.

Me: I’ll think about it xx

I press send as the door to the reception area opens, and I hold in my laugh as Ginger struts in wearing a dress so small you can see her underwear and nipples.

Now, why am I not surprised to see her here?

“I have an appointment,” she says, and the receptionist raises a brow.

“Name?” Zoe asks, and Ginger glares, stating, “I’m Heaven Turner. I called yesterday, and the guy on the phone should have informed you that I’m meeting Dr. Larsa on my own this week.”

My brows shoot high in shock because, well, I didn’t expect that. The receptionist side-eyes me, knowing she’s talking out of her ass, especially when this is the same receptionist who couldn’t keep her eyes off my husband.

I watch as the woman presses a button under her desk, and I sit back, crossing my arms over my chest, ready to watch the show.

The idiot has just tried committing identity theft and doesn’t even realize it.

“I’m sorry, miss, but you are not Heaven Turner, in fact, I’ve met Mrs. Turner several times with her husband,” Zoe states, and Ginger's face reddens.

She sneers, “IamHeaven Turner! The woman here before me was impersonating me, trying to steal my husband, the father of my child!”

I tilt my head and state, “Let me guess, you’re hoping to get into Dr. Larsa’s office to grab mine and Travis’ file?” Ginger’s head whips my way in shock, and I smirk at her, stating, “This has to be a new low for you, Ginger, I mean, the fact you became a clubwhore, screwing every brother going just to get close to my husband was bad, but pretending to be me?” I scoff as I stand. “Did you really expect to get away with it?”

Her nostrils flare, and she sneers, “There’s nothing to get away with; I fucked him first!”

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