"Back then, you and Caleb fooled around, and Adrian Caldwell only said a few harsh words about it. To punish him for that, you kept him from touching you for four whole years? You're really something."
Vivienne Ashford was draped across her executive chair, legs crossed, a cold smile curling her lips.
"He should've just played the obedient cuckold. Consider it a lesson."
"Once Mason's old enough, I might bring him back to inherit the company. Adrian gets a grown son handed to him on a silver platter. He should be grateful."
My blood turned to ice.
All those years. Consulting every specialist on the continent. Swallowing my pride as a man to beg, to plead, to be gentle with her. And this was what it bought me. Betrayal. Deception. A con running four years deep.
Fine. This loveless, sexless marriage was over.
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But the conversation inside kept going.
"Vivienne, honestly, Adrian's been good to you. A man born with a silver spoon, and he spent years tracking down fertility specialists for your sake. He even climbed a mountain on his knees to pray at a temple."