The perfect plan.

It was the perfect plan. Regardless of what he thought, she still knew him better than anyone else.

Lucien was who he was because of her. Even when she had left him, every decision he made was influenced by Mia. She was his puppet master, and he had no idea.

Mia left the room, knowing that Lucien wouldn’t come out if she was still in there. She’d give him his space for now. Her plan was already in motion.

When Mia left, Lucien emerged from the bathroom. His skin was red from the searing hot water and raw from scrubbing.

He swathed himself in a fluffy robe, clambered for his phone and called the only person he thought might listen to him.

“This had better be good,” Mark chided.

“I fucked up,” Lucien sank to his bed.

“What? More than usual?” Mark laughed.

“No, I’m serious. I got drunk last night and had sex with Mia.”

“She is your wife. Aren’t you supposed to?”

“Shut up. You know I don’t want to be in this marriage. I talked yesterday about ending it, and then this happens?”

“You don’t