Page 60 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

A sudden, irrational fury detonates in my chest.

Andrea straightens when he hears me enter. One look at my face, and he raises both hands, palms open in a calming gesture.

“Don’t say anything you’ll regret,” he warns.

I clench my jaw and inhale deeply, fighting the urge to punch him in the face.

Then my gaze lands on Valeria.

She’s sitting there with her shoulders slumped, eyes closed. Silent tears slide down her cheeks unchecked. She’s trembling slightly.

Not from fear. From pain.

My anger collapses instantly.

Something is wrong. Seriously wrong.

The door opens behind me.

Stephen walks in flanked by two of my security agents, both sporting bloody noses and split brows. Clearly, he hadn’t made things easy for them.

Even surrounded by armed security, he moves like a man still calculating his options.

The moment he sees Valeria, everything else ceases to exist for him.

He jerks free and crosses the room. Gently — infinitely gently — he cups her face in his hands and bends toward her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” she whispers.

How many men are allowed to touch her like this?

The thought comes before I can stop it.

Stupid. Unfair. Cruel.

Stephen straightens and looks at me without even trying to hide what he thinks of me right now.

“She needs water.”

I signal one of the agents.

Thirty seconds later, he returns with a bottle. I open it myself and hand it to Valeria.

She drinks two small sips, and some color returns to her face.

“Where are your pills?” Stephen asks quietly.

“In my bag. In the lab,” she breathes.

“I’ll get them,” Andrea says, disappearing before I can object.

When he returns with the bag, Stephen searches through it, retrieves a bottle of pills, and hands them to Valeria.

“Thanks.”

She swallows them with water before closing her eyes again.