Chapter 157

The dam of Emmeline’s control finally crumbled. “But she’s your wife, and I’m just your mistress! I’m someone causing a rift in your marriage.”

Zavian stroked her hair soothingly as she cried harder.

“And what’s wrong with being a mistress? Isn’t that title full of emotion?”

Emmeline wound her arms around his waist and fisted the back of his shirt. The fear of losing these stolen moments together left her feeling hollow. “There’s a saying - that men eventually go back to their wives, leaving their mistresses behind when they get bored!”

Zavian’s soft shushing sounds and the gentle pats against her crown lulled her frayed nerves. “Yuna doesn’t own anything of mine but my last name.”

“Everyone says that,” Emmeline protested weakly into the solid comfort of his chest.

A rumbling chuckle vibrated against her cheek, prompting her to smack his back in petulant reproach. “Why are you laughing? There’s nothing funny about what I said!”

Nosing aside