Dorian POV
My fists were clenched tightly in my pocket until I was back in my chamber and finally collapsed into the couch. What was I pissed about this time? I tried to regulate the storm swirling inside me, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what I had seen.
Her. In his arms.
The way she kissed his cheek and smiled after.
She said he wasn’t her boyfriend. Well, that was clearly a f*****g lie.
My jaw tightened again.
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“I’m infertile.”
Those were the words I’d thrown at Vivienne last night. The words that sent her pacing and clawing at her own nails like a trapped animal.
“That’s not possible,” she snapped, practically chewing her fingers. “We did the test. We checked your sperm count and motility and everything was perfectly normal. The doctors cleared you.”
“I faked it.”
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