Synopsis
βI only kissed.β
The voice that spoke was calm.
βItβs true.β
So confidently, one might even call it bold.
Tick-tock.
The sound of the grandfather clockβs second hand was so loud, like a heartbeat, that my head rang.
βDamian. We havenβt even kissed yet. And yet with that womanβ¦β
βBree!β
βNghβ¦β
My vision swam for a moment, and the body that almost fell to the floor didnβt plummet because his hand caught me.
If I hadnβt known anything, I would have been grateful for that. If I hadnβt known he kissed another woman.
Now, it just feels like insects crawling.
βTaking a mistress is common. Soβ¦β
βDamian, one of the conditions for you marrying me was that you wouldnβt take a mistress. Thatβs why I agreed.β
βBree. Donβt act like a child. Isnβt it different now than before we were married?β
βDamian.β
βIf kissing is the problem, letβs do it now. We need to think about an heir, donβt we?β
His golden eyes, which had once seemed like gold, now felt as terrifying as hell.
βDid that woman tell you to say that?β
βBree!β
The woman who kissed my husband.
She was the true heroine of this novel, someone who should have been united with my husband long ago.
βLetβs get a divorce.β
I couldnβt stand it any longer, so I abandoned him like that.
βI told you, you and I would become family.β
Startled by his sudden approach, I took a step back.
Then, his outstretched arm, as if to warn me that I could no longer escape, trapped me like a cage.
βI want to be your husband, Bree.β
Without even hiding his madness.