Chapter 22

Denver’s POV

He had left her in my arms. Literally, and figuratively.

Wisdom and I just finished and her head was buried in my arms. She was sleeping in her stomach and I was lying on my back, breathing in her natural fragrance.

I couldn’t express my feelings more but being thankful for Richards, for giving me a woman that he knew deserves someone better. Someone like me.

He might be an asshole in so many ways but he’s still a man who had been part of my hired wife’s life, my soon-to-be Mrs. Giordano’s former husband.

But the past is the past. It just exists behind. Even if the world is turned upside down, the past is the past and the present is the present.

And I, Denver Mikhail Giordano, will do anything to be manly enough to love and protect, care and watch over my Wisdom.

The Wisdom of my life and the wisdom of this breathing heart.

She was everything that I wasn’t. Still, she looked up to me as some sort of a God worth worshipping.

And I wouldn’t let her down.