Page 129 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Annoyed, Peltier gathers his belongings stiffly.

Realizing quickly that I’m in no mood to answer more questions, the others begin leaving the room as well.

Including Bianca.

The information I just dropped will keep them busy for a while.

They’re already worried about competition.

Good.

That gives us time to prepare our trap.

*

When I get back to the manor and see Valeria, I immediately notice what this day has cost her.

Her features are drawn. The shadows beneath her eyes darker than before.

I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her.

Her body tenses at first, then relaxes. And all the tension leaves mine.

Her scent—green tea and sunlight—surrounds me. And her warmth seeps through every layer of clothing between us.

Against my will, my body reacts instantly to her closeness.

She lets out a small laugh when she feels me harden against her.

God, I missed that sound.

“Are you enjoying watching me suffer?”

“Yes. A little,” she replies playfully.

“You’re not very compassionate for a wife.”

She stares at me, stunned.

“Dante...”

“Don’t say anything you don’t truly mean,” I cut in.

Hesitation crosses her face.

“You want us to divorce?” I ask.

“Uh... no.”

“Then consider yourself married. I don’t give a damn about administrative details.”

Silence settles between us.

Valeria keeps staring at me like she doesn’t know whether to argue or kiss me.

Honestly, I’m not sure which one I’d prefer either.

I force myself to loosen my grip on her waist before I do something reckless.