A bitter taste filled my mouth and I blinked back the tears stinging my eyes. It was no secret that my husband was cheating on me with his secretary. Chances were he was fucking his secretary that night I laid on the floor bleeding. Such a shameless man.
My lips trembled and I swallowed another sob. I refused to cry about it. I already knew it a long time ago. Their relationship had been so ambiguous to the extent that they even stayed in the same suite during the so-called business trips.
“Athena, what are you doing—?” Rhysand’s deep voice slammed into me and I jumped in shock, a red blush staining my cheeks.
Shit. I really didn’t want to be that wife caught snooping on her husband’s phone.
So biting my tongue, I turned to look at him and thankfully, he was standing arms akimbo at the doorway of the bathroom, far enough to be unaware of what I was doing.
A towel hung low on his waist, lapping up the water droplets that rolled down his v-shaped abs. Good looks were only superficial and Rhysand had that in excess.
I ignored him and stormed out of the bathroom to my son’s room.