My Perfect Husband Cheated, So I Found a Better Man

Summary

“Sis, can I come over tonight?”

Caleb’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pinning me.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, deliberately lowering his voice to a playful whine.

I chuckled, patting his back: “Next time.”

Caleb lifted his head, his wounded gaze expressing his displeasure.

“When’s next time? Tomorrow or next year?”

I was about to answer when my peripheral vision caught sight of a black car stopped at the intersection, waiting for the green light.

I nudged Caleb’s shoulder:

“Be a good boy, let go. My husband’s here to pick me up.”

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