Jasmine's POV
Living under the same roof with Christopher was like swallowing poison daily and pretending it tasted like honey.
Every word from his mouth carried the stench of lies. Every smile felt rehearsed. The way he moved around the house, playing the role of concerned husband, made my skin crawl.
I wondered what it would have been like if we'd actually gone to the pack house instead of this sterile luxury city home. Would he have bothered with this charade in front of his pack members? Or would he have dropped the act entirely, treating me with the same cold contempt he'd shown in my previous life?
I was brushing my hair in the bathroom when I heard the bedroom door open.
"Jasmine?"
His voice carried that familiar edge of forced concern.
I set down the brush and walked out, f
