Meeting (James POV)

Marina’s expression sours when I glance up at her, tucking my phone into my pocket, but she says nothing. Her dark, pin straight long her moves with every step she takes towards my desk.

Her eyes narrow, “Is this why you called me here?” she scoffs. “So you can rub my nose in your happiness with your wife?”

The way she says the word wife with so much disgust angers me. Since the moment she woke up from her coma; she’s been hateful towards Rosalind. Hell, I’m disgusted with myself for how I treated her.

“She’s not just my wife,” I growl, feeling Onyx simmering just beneath the surface, but I hold him back. If this is going to go as I expect, that’ll be a tool for later.

Marina rolls her eyes, shaking her head, “You are unbelievable. You spent years with her and the moment I wake up, she’s your mate. That makes no sense, and you know it,” she grits her teeth, “She’s a fraud and you are a fool.”

Her words grate against my nerves. I have so many questions, but right now, I need to ask