Ryan Sidney's expression darkened inexplicably. "Valerie Mount, you're not just my wife when we're around traitors."
Wife, husband—for others, these might be sacred titles, but between them, the words felt hollow.
"Fine, have it your way."
She secretly hoped he'd just drop her at the school gates. If she moved fast enough, she might avoid running into acquaintances.
But there's no such thing as luck. Ryan had the stretch Maybach parked boldly outside the clubhouse, drawing sharp intakes of breath from passersby.
"Ryan, was this over-the-top show necessary? What's the point of parking here?"
With a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, Ryan stepped out first, setting off a wave of squeals. Valerie rolled her eyes. Was this all just an ego trip? Starved for female attention after being coo
