Her smile widened, radiant as ever. "Oh, sweetheart, whatever you pick will be perfect. I'm taking the whole day off to spoil you. You deserve the best birthday ever."
I forced a nod, my expression unreadable. She had no idea about the encounter I'd had the day before.
Nathan had shown up at home, a copy of A Thousand and One Confessions in hand. His grin smug and his posture lazy.
"Mr. Colby," he said, "do you know who wrote this book?"
I said nothing, watching him with a cold, steady gaze.
"It's your wife, Alexa," he continued, holding the book up like a trophy. "She acts so in love with you in public, but it's all a sham. You're just part of her image—her brand."
He leaned closer, his grin widening. "She told me she's tired of you. Thinks you're old and boring. You know what she really loves?" He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My young, strong body. If you don't believe it, let's see who she chooses tomorrow, you or me."