"No matter how much I grovel or fawn, that's between me and my husband. Who are you to judge me?"
Chloe Bishop had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her privileged upbringing had taught her to hold her head high — and she had a temper to match. Combined with her resolute, unyielding nature, the aura she exuded in her quiet fury was enough to command attention.
Sana and Maya Bronx were both stunned into silence, unable to find a single word to counter her.
Chloe Bishop paused, her sharp gaze sweeping over Freya, then continued. "I pressed my warm cheek against a cold rear, and it got me the title of Mrs. Grayson. If you're jealous, feel free to try your luck. Good luck to you."
She smiled — elegant and proud. "But... do you even have what it takes?"
Long after she left, the t
