The Crematorium of My Own Making
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Summary
My husband went to the airport to pick up his "first love," the one who got away.
Funny enough, my boyfriend was flying back into the country today, too.
His first love, smiling blissfully, clung to my husband’s arm. "It's your seventh wedding anniversary today," she cooed. "Won't your wife be mad that you're picking me up?"
Damian chuckled, full of indulgent affection. "Silly, she doesn't even kn—"
He stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, locked on something in front of him.
Specifically, me.
