"Don't cry, baby. When you cry, it breaks my heart."
"I can't just swallow it! Look, that tramp ruined my hair. I paid thirty thousand dollars for this blowout!"
A flash of genuine pain crossed Dominic's eyes. His voice turned even more indulgent.
"Sweetheart, you know that emerald necklace that belonged to Marie Antoinette? The one you've been eyeing? I'll have someone bid on it for you right now."
Eve's tears stopped on a dime. She pouted, already melting into a coy smile.
"Really? That piece starts at eight figures, you know. You're too good to me." She sniffled prettily. "Fine. Since you love me this much, I guess I won't stoop to her level."
"Mm," Dominic said. "A trashy woman like that isn't worth my baby's anger. Be good. I told that plain little housewife I'd be on a business trip for a week, so you and our son better keep me company for my birthday this time."
The moment suspicion became certainty, every last scrap of denial crumbled to ash.
Eve squeezed her generous cleavage together, her voice dripping like warm taffy.
"So how do you want me to keep you company?"
Dominic let out a low laugh. Something raw and urgent surfaced in his gaze.