Samantha Foster’s eighteenth birthday party was nothing short of extravagant.The girl I raised with my own hands had grown into a tall, graceful beauty. Yet between her brows lingered a sharpness and arrogance, just like Kim Foster in her younger days.In the crowd, she stood between Kim and Luke Wright, who was dressed in a tailored suit.And I, Kim’s lawfully wedded husband, stood off in a corner, like an outsider peeking in on their happiness.“Dylan, didn’t you see Luke’s glass is empty? Go pour him a drink.”It has been eighteen years. Being ordered around like this had long since become normal.Kim commanded me like it were only natural. It was as if I weren’t her husband, but just a convenient servant.I answered flatly, “Okay.”“Dylan, how can we let you do this kind of work? If people see it, they might think I’m bullying an honest man.”Luke stood there with one hand in his pocket, a playful smile curling at his lips, his eyes full of provocation.Then, he casual
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