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Sold To The Highest Bidder — A Trophy Wife Story — Part 10
Jordan shows the bride, her wedding gift.
Next day I woke up next to my husband. Felt so weird calling David, “my husband” after everything we’ve been through since we first met. But here we are. Married. Finally.
I glanced over to see my new ring glisten on my finger. A beautiful ruby surrounded by smaller diamonds. The band was platinum and engraved with our names intertwined.
I smiled happily and turned to look at him beside me.
“Morning,” I whispered.
David nodded sleepily, not really awake yet. “You can go downstairs and have breakfast, I will sleep a bit more.”
I got out of bed and put on my robe and walked towards the kitchen. Jordan was sitting like always around the kitchen island, having his black coffee reading his newspaper.
“Morning Jordan,” I greeted him. “How did you sleep?”
