He made it. Five years ago, he tore down the old house and rebuilt it. He said he wanted to erase the bad memories, and so I could wake up to the ocean, he had an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass custom-made for my bedroom. After that, he set up one little love nest after another outside.
But we both understood without saying: no matter how he played around, those women would never set foot in this house.
This is what the media in Harbor City call my last shred of dignity. Whoever holds this place holds the title of Mrs. Fleming.
So all his women—just like Lily—want to replace me and move in here.
No matter how favored the previous ones were, none of them ever stepped foot inside this house.
She's the first.
Lily played along, leaning into his arms. Maybe because of what I said yesterday, she was even bolder now, teasing Alex right in front of me. I watched the veins on his forehead bulge—that's what it looked like when he was barely holding back.
I knew he'd agree.
His tastes were... particular. It was rare for him to find a woman so willing to play along.
He also knew I wouldn't leave.