A Toast to the Past

Summary

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This was the eighth time I’d walked in on Julian with another woman in our bed.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t make a scene.

I just picked up the trench coat from the floor and handed it to the terrified, trembling girl. "Use the back door out of the villa," I said calmly.

The girl gave me a horrified look, snatched her clothes, and fled.

Julian leaned against the headboard, watching me, slowly lighting a cigarette.

"Serena, don't be like that. It's her first time in a place like this. Don't