On their wedding night, Hannah Hart found a pair of lace panties, adorned with pearls, in the pocket of her groom's tailcoat. She quietly tucked them back in, showing no reaction.Shawn Spencer emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white bath towel. His dark, alluring eyes were filled with a raw, masculine desire. He walked over to the bed, dropped to one knee, inching closer to her. “Hannah, I want you,” he whispered.His scorching hand landed on her smooth, porcelain calf, slowly creeping upward…Hannah's eyes flared with crimson rage.This man… the one she'd loved since she was sixteen, who had been her rock through family crises and every storm life threw at them, the one who would have laid down his life for her…And yet, he had cheated.A cheating man, like drinking spoiled milk, made her feel sick to her stomach.Just as Shawn's hand slid higher, nearing the inside of her thigh, Hannah’s body trembled. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm even through the fabric of he
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