James’s expression was calm, but the coldness in his eyes was impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze bore into me, and his voice dripped with mockery as he said,
“Acting so thoughtful and virtuous, always putting others first. Since Grandma doesn’t like Susan, why don’t you speak up for her? Convince Grandma to accept her for me.”
I stared at him, stunned. Of all the audacity. After everything, he wanted me, his wife, to plead on behalf of his mistress. My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to keep my composure. Every fibre of my being begged me to lash out, but I held back.
I swallowed my pride and forced the words out. “Fine. I'll see what I can do.”
His face hardened further, a storm cloud darkening his features. Without warning, he stood and loomed over me, his disdain
