Too Late to Say You Love Me

In our eight years of marriage, Owen brought home ninety-nine mistresses, indulging in debauchery night after night.

Until the hundredth woman appeared—and for the first time, he broke tradition and took her to a banquet.

The young woman was a thrill-seeker. She dragged him to the pool for a secret rendezvous, tearing her lingerie in the process.

Owen’s gaze landed on me, cold as ice. “She’s just a naïve girl. Her undergarments tore just now—take yours off and let her borrow it for the night.”