Chapter 131

• Harper's POV
• I smile. Just a little. If I’m going to survive this act, I need something that reminds me who I am underneath it. Something that’ll taunt Theo when he finds I pull it out from under the bed. Something that’ll remind me I’m not Mark’s. Not anymore.
• Inside the boutique, I go straight to the lingerie section. I run my fingers along a sheer black set with a peephole bra and matching barely-there panties. Perfect. I grab a small leather crop from the display shelf too, something subtle and elegant.