in the living room scrolling through his phone.
“I booked us a night away,” I said.
He looked up.
“Where?”
I smiled.
“The hotel where we spent our wedding night.”
Ryan loved the idea.
For the next three days, he behaved like a man who had already won.
He bought a new dark blue fitted shirt, the kind he knew looked good on him.
The afternoon of our reservation, I found him packing an overnight bag.
“You think we need champagne?” he asked.
I glanced at the bag.
“Probably not.”
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