Chapter 143. Hell Hath No Greater Fury

Proserpina

I rose up from my seat in a surge of horror and fury. My heart was pounding so loudly, I could hear it hammering in my chest. Sweeping up my phone, I ran out, up the stairs, to the room Lucien had taken as his study.

I noticed Beatrice, who was holding Claude, watching me in some consternation.

“Chile,’ she called out in anxiety,

“Are you okay?"

I nodded and then shook my head as I tore up, my yoga pants and long Tee not hampering me. Dimly, I was aware of Sophie in the background, watching. She seemed to be on edge, observing me carefully and there was something strange about her behaviour.

But I was too upset to care about anything. I had to see my husband.

And I had to have it out with him; NOW.

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When I threw open the door, the first thing I saw was the ashen-faced look on Lucien’s face as he stood with Beston, a phone in the other man’s hands. They turned to look at me as I stormed in, the tears