Bella Swan wakes up naked, glitter-covered, and definitely not alone. Her thighs are bare, her dignity is missing, and Jasper Whitlock—smirking, naked, and far too pleased with himself—is sprawled beside her like a Calvin Klein ad gone rogue. Oh, and there’s a wedding ring on her finger. Her left hand. A very real, very silver wedding ring. “Mornin’, Mrs. Whitlock,” he drawls with that honey-thick accent that does terrible things to her pulse. Cue the chaos: a highlight reel, a bite mark, and a tattoo she doesn’t remember getting. Outside the bedroom, their friends are prepping brunch, mimosas, and a slideshow of the night’s… festivities. Jasper’s completely unbothered. Bella? Not so much. But here’s the problem—she doesn’t regret it. Not the ring. Not the bite. Not the cowboy in her bed. And that’s what terrifies her most of all.