No More Apologies: Burning His Ring in Paris

I ended up throwing up three rounds in the bathroom outside the VIP lounge. All because I had spent the night taking shots for my husband at a high-stakes investor dinner.

Weak and leaning against the cold tile wall, I pulled out my phone and texted him, asking him to grab the stomach medicine from my clutch.

Two minutes later, his reply popped up on Snapchat.

"I just got a hand treatment. Do you not have legs of your own?"

But when I finally dragged myself back to the hallway, I saw Ethan Carter rushing past, carefully carrying Chloe Bennet in his arms.