Emilia’s POV.
Silence cut through the air like a blade. I just stared at the new baby mama as she flung her body on Adrian like his new pet. Maybe I didn’t care, but the smugness on her face said so much, and his quietness did not go unregistered. For a while, we all just stood there like morons, basking in the effect of a bad activity, until Nathan cleared his throat, so loud we could all tell he was faking the damn thing, but whatever.
I turned to my husband, expecting some sort of recognition. It was one thing to sign a contract, and another to have a mistress. No clause stated that, and even if it did, I was definitely not going to have another Amalia in my house.
“Get off,” Adrian finally spoke, but Moreen did not leave. No, the red vixen leaned in more, her smile wicked.
“Come on
