Ruining my cheating ex husband's life

- and suddenly it all came flooding back. I was just a kid when we met. Nineteen, full of piss and vinegar. He was twenty-one, all sharp angles and colder than a Siberian winter. Same platoon, b

e hawk eyes of his boring into me. "What's going on in that head of yours?" I shrugged. "Just thinking about us, I guess." His mouth curved into that stupid, self-satisfied smirk. "Told you marrying me was a good call." I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my brain. "And there's the god complex." He chuckled, then suddenly smacked his hands together. "Shit, almost forgot. Tour time. Can't have the lady of the house getting lost in her own damn penthouse." I followed him through the ridiculous expanse of the place, expecting overpriced furniture and pretentious art. What I wasn't expecting was the room that stopped me dead in my tracks - an artist's wet dream. Easels, a baby grand piano, enough art supplies to open a Michaels. I whirled on him. "When the hell did you put this together?" Rolin just leaned against the doorframe like it was nothing. "Been working on it." Since when? Since we bumped into each other again? Since before that? The questions burned my tongue, but I swallowed them and walked to the piano instead. Sunlight glinted off the polished keys, and for a second, time got all tangled up in my head. On impulse, I turned. "You remember how to waltz?" That got me another smirk. "After you drilled it into me? Hard to forget." The memory hit me like a freight t