Dominic grabbed my hand, practically bouncing with pride.
"I didn't waste any money, I promise! I found these in a dumpster. Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, so consider them my gift to my beautiful wife."
I met his eyes. My lips curved into something that might have been a smile.
Earlier today, I had followed him in secret. I watched him escort Clementine Short to the most exclusive district downtown, casually pointing at two villas and buying them for her on the spot. Nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses accompanied the gesture.
These few mangled stems he'd brought home? They were the ones Clementine had accidentally dropped and damaged.
In his heart, I only deserved another woman's garbage.
Dominic noticed my mood. His arms slid around my waist, gentle and warm.
A slip of paper fell from my pocket and landed at his feet.
He picked it up before I could react.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I lunged to snatch it back.
But his eyes were already glistening. He pulled me into his arms so tightly it felt like he wanted to absorb me into his very bones.
"Mildred, you're carrying our baby—is this your Valentine's gift to me? I love it so much."