Veronica was livid.
No—livid wasn’t enough. She was incandescent with rage. Furious. Seething. Unhinged. A ticking time bomb with the pin already pulled.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. F.U.C.K?!
Why the hell was Mark suddenly acting like he cared about that witch? Where did this tender, protective husband act come from? Veronica had been so certain—so sure—that Mark was indifferent towards his wife. She’d seen it in his body language, in his tone, in his subtle-but-telling neglect.
She hadn’t imagined that.
She couldn’t have been so wrong.
Mark wanted her.
Veronica was everything he’d ever shown interest in—polished, poised, surgically perfected. From her voluminous, red hair to the tips of her pedicured toes, she was Mark’s type. Hell, she’d designed herself to be. She’d invested years into h
