How To Lose Your Billionaire Alpha Husband In 365 Days (Or Less)!-Chapter 43: Dinner Plans...

JASMINE’S POV

By the time we wrapped up our impromptu boutique raid, Sophia and I had gone through half the racks like we were on a treasure hunt.

We picked out casual outfits, stylish work clothes, shoes that matched every personality disorder I had (or maybe didn’t have), and some jewellery that I didn’t really need but definitely wanted.

Sophia snagged a few pieces too, mostly boots and a leather jacket she swore made her feel like a no-nonsense business queen.

The living room looked like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane. The staff had already started carting bags and hangers to my room.

Sophia checked her phone and sighed. "Alright, darling. I have a date to prepare for."

Aiden, being the overly gracious billionaire husband he was, gave us space. "I’ll be upstairs," he said. "Try not to murder each other with heels."

"Only if she insults my taste one more time," I said, winking at Sophia.

She gave me a long look. "So... this fake marriage of yours? Seems like it’s turning into a thing."

I snorted. "It’s... it’s just complicated."

"But a good complication, uhn?"

I paused. "Maybe. Don’t make a big deal out of it."

Sophia grinned and flung her arms around me. "I’m happy for you, Jazz."

"I know."

We hugged like we hadn’t just insulted each other’s fashion choices for the last two hours.

She pulled back. "Call me when the baby is out. I definitely will be the godmother."

"Obviously."

After she left, I turned back inside and caught Aiden near one of the few racks still standing, flipping through what remained. He pulled out a sleek, burgundy lace set and gave me a completely innocent look.

"Who’s that for?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"My wife," he replied smoothly.

I raised a brow. "Does she know her husband has scandalous taste?"

"She married me. She should’ve known."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You’re incorrigible."

"You’re welcome."

My gaze swept over what was left. "So... what happens to the rest of this fashion jungle?"

Aiden straightened, hands behind his back. "It’ll be taken care of by the time we return."

I narrowed my eyes. "Return from where?"

He smiled. "We’re going out. Dinner."

"Dinner?" I blinked. "I wasn’t informed."

"You are now," he said, stepping closer. "And I’d love to choose your outfit... if you’ll give me the honour."

I tapped a finger against my lips, pretending to deliberate. "Well, you’ve been a surprisingly decent gentleman today. I guess you’ve earned it."

He bowed dramatically. "Thank you, milady."

"But," I added, "know that by tomorrow, we go back to our usual."

He met my eyes. "This could be the new usual."

I lifted a brow. "Don’t push it."

Aiden insisted on gathering more clothes. "This is the fifth set," I muttered as staff filed by with another armload. "Do I even have enough closet space?"

He smirked. "We can always build you a new one."

Arrogant Alpha.

We walked up to my room, arms full, when he glanced toward another set and said, "I don’t remember you trying this one on."

I grabbed the hanger and waved it at him. "That’s your bad luck. Wait for the reveal."

He leaned against the doorway, watching me. "Now I’m invested."

"Too bad. Go away so I can change."

He smirked. "You’re cute when you boss me around."

"And you’re annoying when you linger."

He finally held up a hanger with a dress—midnight red satin, tiny straps, low neckline, and a skirt that looked like it floated more than it hung. "This is your dress for tonight."

I took it from him carefully, our fingers brushing, sending a jolt of warmth up my arm that made my heart race and a blush creep across my cheeks.

He lingered for a beat, then said, "I’ll be downstairs."

As the door closed behind him, I turned to the bathroom and undressed, wrapping a towel around myself. I leaned over the sink and froze when a sharp pulse hit just beneath my collarbone.

My scar.

I reached up slowly, fingers trailing the crescent-shaped mark.

It glowed faintly beneath my touch—just a hum, like embers under skin. I frowned.

Where had it come from? I found myself asking.

All I ever believed was that it was some childhood injury, a clumsy fall or a careless moment. But now?

Now, it felt... older. Intentional. Like it had been carved there by something or someone who knew I’d need to remember eventually.

But I wasn’t ready for that thought.

So I shoved it to the back of my mind, stepped into the shower, and took my bath.

When I emerged, I towel-dried my hair and let it cascade down in soft waves.

Then I slipped on the red satin dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places and shimmered softly in the light. I added the necklace Aiden gave me, just a touch of silver to match the earrings.

I stood before the mirror and took in the image: me, in a dress that screamed confidence, elegance... and something just a little dangerous.

The same way I felt when I looked at him.

I grabbed a slim black purse, slipped my phone and lip balm inside, and exited the room.

Aiden was waiting at the base of the stairs, facing the door.

When he turned and saw me, he froze.

I watched his eyes move slowly, reverently, from my bare shoulders to the hem of my dress, like he was trying to memorise every inch of me. His jaw flexed, his posture straightened, and something primal flickered behind his gaze.

"Stop looking at me like you just saw an angel," I teased.

"That’s because I did," he said, stepping forward. "You look..." He exhaled slowly. "Stunning."

I smiled. "Nice dress pick."

"Told you I had good taste."

I smoothed the fabric down my hips. "Let’s see what you have in store tonight, Alpha Aiden."

He moved quickly before I could take another step, grabbing a soft white fur coat from the couch. As he approached me, his intense gaze made my breath catch in my throat.

He swung the coat around my shoulders, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my arms as he eased it into place. It was warm and decadent and smelled faintly of him; he must have used his perfume on it.

He stepped back, his eyes lingering with unmistakable satisfaction, then extended his arm with a slight bow.

"Only the best for my Luna."