Chapter 30. Harbinger of Wet Dreams

It was quite an embarrassing thing for a man like Maxwell Rohan to admit, but he was nervous. Damn it. Ridiculous as it felt, he felt like a schoolboy going to the principal’s office.

Maxwell thought himself cynical. He had seen most things and hardly got surprised by anything anymore, but he had not just been surprised the night before.

He was shell-shocked.

After getting the details of his wife from Asshole Thomas, he intended to check out who the woman was just so he could know who he would be facing. Though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, of course, he was also curious to see how the woman looked.

She had to have flaws for her husband to have an affair that long that produced three children without her knowledge.

Maybe she was deaf. Or dumb. He thought in amusement as he inputted the information into his system.

Reyona Lanoth. He sure liked the name. He mused as he added the occupation information to Searchit. A C.P.A., her husband had called her.