Audience of One

Valentin’s POV

I didn’t hear the door open.

But I felt it the moment my wife entered.

It was like gravity shifted. Like oxygen got thinner. Like the temperature in the room dropped by ten degrees in the space between one thrust and the next.

And when I looked up, there she was.

Vivianna.

Standing in the doorway in that sinful, red dress that clung to her like it belonged to her soul, arms folded