My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

was wrong. I’d never loved Morgan. What I’d felt toward her was ownership and entitlement. This. This was what love felt like. Like an organ of mine was in someone else’s hand, and I couldn’t retrieve it if I tried.

Thanks for the fuck, Shortbread?

I deserved to be slapped by every woman on Earth.

I’d long suspected my wife was what Gen Z ridiculously referred to as a bad-ass bitch. As always, I was right