Epilogue

BETSY SETTLED INTO the armchair by the fireplace of their hotel suite before carefully peeling the wax seal off her husband's letter.

To my beautiful wife:

I was told that writing a letter is a must for every man who has found their heart's match, and it is a tradition I find myself surprisingly keen to keep.

Oh, this man.

Who knew her Lukas could be so wonderfully eloquent in his writing? Even though they had now been married for over a year, she could still count on one hand the number of times he had texted her anything other than 'yes' or 'no'.

Another thing I was told was how everything I knew would change once I found the one. And for a time, I did think Kyr was right. Everything did change because of you.

But now I realize he was only partially correct. It was true that everything did change for me, but only when I found not one but two.

And now he was making her cry—-

Because it's you and David that changed everything. It's the two of you that made me who I am. It's the two of you who showed me what it means to pray. And believe. And so my promise to both of you, I will never break. I will love you and our son until the day I die.

—-not just because he had written the sweetest thing ever, but also because when Lukas had told her he was writing her a letter, she had assumed it would be his way of pranking her again.

But she was obviously wrong, and the realization had Betsy dashing to their bedroom, in which she found her husband standing by the window, and her letter in his hand.

"Dear Jake," the billionaire read out loud in a drawl.

"I'm sorry," she cried out. "I thought you were pranking me, so I thought I'd prank you back."

"So you do not really know anyone named Jake?"

She was about to shake her head when her conscience reminded her of a guy in her English class, and his name was...

Jake, Betsy realized miserably.

"May I continue then?"

"No!"

"Thank you."

"But I just said no," she protested.

"I have decided to leave my husband because he's just too big for me."

A strangled gasp escaped her, and Betsy made a desperate lunge for her letter.

"He really is. Too big. His ego, I mean."

But because her husband was extraordinarily tall, Lukas had no trouble holding the letter out of her reach while he went on reading.

"And oh, the length of it."

Betsy jumped as high as she could, but it was to no avail.

"I just can't take it anymore. The length of time that takes him to come? He can't even last more than a minute, I swear."

Betsy could feel herself shrinking as her husband's gaze bored into hers.

"I really thought we were going to prank each other," she said weakly.

"It's over between us. So will you please come and take me away? "

Betsy could only gulp as she watched Lukas crumple her letter before throwing it into the wastebasket. Why did she have this feeling her husband was imagining strangling her the entire time he was doing it?

Lukas took a step towards her, and Betsy couldn't help jumping a step back. "Please don't be mad?"

"I'm not mad," her husband drawled.

"You sound like it, though."

"Do I?"

His stride suddenly lengthened, and panic had her blurting out the first thing that came to her mind. "D-Didn't you say you'll l-love me until the day you—-" Betsy saw his jaw clench, and she realized too late it was absolutely the wrong thing to say.

"I did say that, yes."

"I'm so, so sorry!"

"While my wife, on the other hand, has just written a letter to another man—-"

"It's not real!"

"And asking him to take her away—-"

"But it's really not—-aaaaah!"

Her husband had her up in his arms one moment, and then the next thing she knew he had tossed her straight into the infinity pool outside their suite.

When she made it to the surface, her husband was already in the pool with her, and he still had a terrifyingly gentle look on his gorgeous face.

Oh no.

"I can't last more than a minute, can I?"

She knew a threat when she heard one, and Betsy didn't even bother trying to defend herself this time. She simply started swimming away as fast as she could, but with her silk nightgown hampering her movements, and her husband being so much more athletic than she could ever hope to be—-

He had her trapped between his body and the pool wall in seconds, and her heart pounded against her chest as he stared down at her with eyes that glinted with the darkest of promises and the sweetest of punishments.

"How about this, my love?" Lukas drawled. "Shall we put it to the test? Shall we see which one of us lasts longer?"

"It's you," Betsy blurted out right away. "I know you'll last longer than I ever can!" Because she still remembered that time he had been so insatiable, to the point that he had her begging for rest.

Lukas slowly shook his head. "We need to be very certain, so that you can be absolutely truthful the next time you speak to Jake." Jealousy flashed in her husband's eyes as he spoke, and Betsy's toes curled despite knowing she was so, so in for it this time.

"Lukas, p-please—-"

But he had already turned her around, his fingers already ripping her panties away just like old times, and aaaaah.

He slid into her from behind, and so it began, with her husband pleasuring her over and over until she was crying and begging him for respite, just as they both knew she would.

The End