ZANE
“Are you sure that wife of yours approves of me coming back?” Dalia asked, her tone suggestive. I knew she meant it as though Tessa hated her guts. But I knew that woman like the back of my hand. She was the definition of a good woman, pure and innocent. Which was why I needed her in my life. Even though I feared I might stain and ruin her.
“Why wouldn't she?”
Dalia stared at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. “She almost clawed my face last time. Or did you forget?”
“You ruined her work, or did you forget?” I retorted and she huffed. “You're the one who started it. Why don't you even like her? For the first time I have a woman I care about and you're anything but happy for me…” she stopped chewing on her potato chips and looked at me.
“Evelyn…” at the f*****g mention of t
