Chapter 1
"What about your wife?" she whispered, her fingers lazily tracing the line of his chest. "What do you think she’ll do... when she walks in and finds us like this? In her bed?"
At that moment James chuckled darkly, not even blinking. "And who said it’s her bed? Don’t forget, this is my house. Everything in here—every piece of furniture, every curtain, every inch of this place—it belongs to me. Nothing belongs to her, nothing!!."
"Oh, darkling..." Her lips curved, teasing. "But she’s still your wife. Isn’t this... cheating?"
At that moment James’ jaw tightened. Then his voice dropped, low and sharp like a warning. "She lost the right to call herself my wife a long time ago."
He sat up, eyes hard with disgust. "I’ve put up with her for two years. Two damn years of her silence, her boring routine, her fake smiles. I can’t do it anymore."
He scoffed.
"She should be thankful. Everything she has—everything—was because of me. And if she walks in right now?"
At that moment he pause, his eyes narrowed, full of cold finality. "She better say thank you. Because I’m done hiding. At least now, I don’t have to pretend anymore."
The woman beneath the sheets let out a soft giggle. "Okay, baby..."
What neither of them knew—
Cora stood frozen behind the door.