FIORELLA’S POV
I blinked, the realization dawning on me.
It was definitely expected for most wives to react in some ways to the presence of their husband’s mistress in their home.
I wasn’t most wives.
And I couldn’t care less where Rhys decided to get his d**k wet as long as it wasn’t with me. In fact, she was doing me a very big favour and I should be thankful to her.
But I also had to keep up my act.
So instead I said, “It doesn’t matter who you are to him. I’m his wife and nothing can change that.”
I wanted to wash my mouth with bleach right after for uttering such immature rivalry nonsense for a man I barely cared about.
Celeste’s eyes glinted, as though I had given her what she wanted. “Don’t you know? If a man hates you enough, he’ll marry you.”
A small part of me feare
