6. Balancing The Scale

Cindy's POV

Henry's voice was so loud and hysterical, I could swear the neighbors down the street felt the tremor rattle their walls.

I laughed.

Laughed like the devil herself had taken over my soul.

"Funny," I said. "That's exactly what I was about to ask you."

Henry blinked, stunned for a moment like he hadn't expected me to throw it back in his face.

"I didn't cheat! Monica and I...."

"Monica and you are a joke," I cut in sharpl.

"You brought another woman into our marital home and called her your 'real love.' So don't you dare... preach to me about cheating."

"That's different! Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who's crippled? It's..."

"Oh, so now you're the victim?" I laughed softly, not missing the way Vivian narrowed her eyes behind him.

"Don't twist this!" Henry barked.

He stepped forward, wild-eyed.

"You're doing this because of that clause. Because my father made it so I can't divorce you. You're trying to punish me..."

"Oh, please." I scoffed, folding my arms.

"Don't even try to play the victim. You should've thought about that before you brought another woman into this house."

Damian chuckled beside me, like this was a show and I'd just delivered his favorite line.

"Wow," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "So you brought your mistress into your matrimonial home?"

Henry's eyes flared. "That's none of your business."

"I mean, if we're being fair," Damian said casually, stroking a lazy circle into my hip, "I'm just here to balance the scales, right? You brought your mistress in, so now Cindy's bringing her man in. Seems even."

Lydia choked. "That's impossible! You can't do that!"

Vivian looked like she'd just swallowed vinegar.

"You have no right!" she snapped, her voice shrill. "You can't bring another man here. This is my house!"

"Correction," I said, eyes narrowing.

"This house is mine. Because the second I file for divorce? It's going to be mine. So, Vivian, it would be better, in your own interest, not to provoke me any further than this."

Vivian's mouth opened, then closed.

She had no words.

Lydia gaped. "This is disgusting, Cindy! You're married-"

"You know, it'd be great if you put this same energy into reminding your brother he's not single."

Monica clung to Henry's arm, though right now he looked like he wasn't having it at all.

"This is just immature," she began, batting her fake lashes a thousand times. "You're only doing this to make Henry jealous."

"You're damn right I am," I said, voice sharp and sugar-sweet.

"And it's working."

Henry's voice turned desperate, his jaw locked tight with frustration.

"So what now, huh? You're just gonna fuckk around in my house with another man?"

I turned to Damian slowly, lips curling into a playful smile.

"Baby, how would you feel about spending the weekend over?"

Damian grinned wide, like a wolf about to sink his teeth in.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Henry freaked out, the vein in his neck bulging with fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Cindy?! Does bringing some random sick fuckk basstard into your marital home sound reasonable to you? Because it sure as hell doesn't!"

I ignored him, relishing the way he was losing his goddamn mind.

He stalked closer to Damian until their chests collided and their noses nearly brushed.

"Listen to me, you piece of shit. You're not staying here. Never!"

"Watch me," Damian said smoothly, stepping back and pulling out his phone. "And since I'm staying, I figured it's only polite to come bearing gifts."

He tapped something on the screen and almost immediately, the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong.

Everyone turned.

A suited man stepped in, pushing a sleek black cart holding a tower of deep crimson roses.

It wasn't a bouquet.

It was a floral sculpture, arranged in a heart-shaped velvet box, easily holding what looked like five hundred hand-trimmed roses.

It was excessive, extravagant, and stunning.

"Oh my God," I breathed.

Vivian gasped, hands flying to her mouth.

Lydia blinked like she'd been slapped. Monica looked like she wanted to gag.

And Henry?

He looked like he was about to cry.

The man stopped in front of me, bowed, and placed the flowers gently in front of me.

Then he left.

"To me," Damian said, turning his full attention to me, "you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

He smirked, eyes twinkling. "And until you get tired of me... I'm going to bring you flowers like this every single week."

I could hardly breathe.

No one had ever said something like that to me ever before. Not even Henry on our wedding day.

My chest ached.

"Baby..." I whispered, genuinely stunned. "This is... it's so..."

"I know," he said softly, watching me like I was the only one in the room.

"You are my woman, and you deserve to feel spoiled. Every damn day."

My chest tightened.

I couldn't tell if all of this was still part of the plan or something else.

I threw my arms around him without thinking.

"Thank you. You're incredible."

He hugged me back, one hand brushing along the small of my back. Then he leaned down and whispered, "We're just getting started."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Monica muttered, envy lacing her voice.

Lydia made a gagging sound. "This is disgusting."

Damian pulled back and flashed them both a grin so smug it could melt steel.

"You think this is disgusting?" he said. "Wait till you hear how loud we get tonight."

Vivian sputtered, choking on her outrage, while Henry turned a shade of red so deep I thought he might actually explode.

I laughed...an actual, breathless and unfiltered laugh.

Damian smirked smugly at Henry, then turned to me with a wink as he stretched out his hand.

"You mind showing me the room, baby?" he said as I took it. "The one where I'll have you screaming my name all night."