The Woman Wearing His White Shirt

Synopsis

The last time Bella flew overseas for her vision-restoring surgery, Kevin didn't go with her. He'd told her he had something "more important" to take care of. When her sight finally came back, she hurried home, her heart buzzing with excitement at the thought of surprising him. The moment she pushed the door open, the surprise hit her like a slap. Kevin was on the couch with his secretary, Alina, their bodies tangled together in a way that made Bella's stomach drop. Alina had on Kevin's white dress shirt. It hung off her shoulder as if it barely belonged to her. The hickeys on her neck and chest burned into Bella's eyes, sharp as needles and twice as cruel. Bella's sudden appearance made Alina freeze. She drew in a shaky breath, ready to scream, but Kevin leaned down fast and crushed his mouth against hers before she could make a sound. A soft, breathy moan slipped through Alina's lips. "Mm… Kev… Bella's back…" "Yeah. Don't worry about it." Alina trembled with nerves, but Kevin looked calm in a way that chilled Bella to the bone. It was the kind of calm you'd expect from a man checking his email, not a man caught cheating. He lifted his head, his eyes landing on Bella. No shock. No guilt. Just that cold, distant look, like she was some random neighbor who wandered into the wrong living room. "Relax," he murmured to Alina. "She can't see." "Oh… should we stop? This feels kinda weird. I'm getting shy." "Silly girl,"Kevin whispered, brushing her cheek with a tenderness that twisted inside Bella like a knife. "Don't be scared. I'm not done yet."