Riley was alone with Veronica again, and this time, it wasn't by coincidence.
The rest of his wives had quietly stepped aside, fully aware of how much this night meant to her.
They weren't indifferent or jealous—instead, they understood.
They respected Veronica's feelings, knowing that sometimes, a deeper connection needed space to breathe and grow.
Tonight was hers, and hers alone.
It was an unspoken gift from sister-wives who trusted one another, bonded not just by love for Riley but also by the quiet understanding of each other's hearts.
"Mmm…" A soft sound escaped between them as their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss on the bed.
Their clothes had already been shed, left somewhere forgotten in their urgency to be close.
Skin met skin, warm and familiar, yet thrilling all the same.
The room was dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting golden shadows on the walls, wrapping them in an almost sacred intimacy.
