I watched him kiss his mistress. There were a lot of things Lorenzo did that broke my heart, but this has crossed the line. His soft touch on her cheeks, his hand snaking her waist, his warm smile, and that look of love in his eyes. Those things he never did to me. But what else can I do? I'm also here in my penthouse with a man pleasuring my night. He would gently touch my body, claim me over and over again, give warmth in this cold night, but I couldn't look at this man with love in my eyes. My husband is in love, but not with me. I want him, but he wants someone else. I watched the divorce papers he sent me. A sinister smile crept to my lips. He wants a happy ending with his mistress? "You're stuck with me, Lorenzo." I watched as the divorce papers burnt to ashes. Like they said, in sickness and in health. For better or... worse.

I'm his favored escort hiding behind a mask, but what he doesn't know-I'm also his fiance. Without the mask is the face of the woman he wants to break. I'm the woman he fell for and the same woman he loathes. He would kiss me at night and curse me at day. He'd pay a high price just to see me at night, but would not care to see through me at day. How could he love the dark side of me? The side I hate the most. How could I hide myself longer just so I could feel his warmth? How long can I be his secret escort?