Chapter Thirty-Four: Dylan's POV

“You need to go home now, Daniel. You have a dinner date appointment, you know.” I said as I looked at my watch.

Daniel sighed and glared at me.

“I’m doing all this because we need to catch her in the act. We need to find evidence, something we can present to the court, to the judge. And I strongly believe such evidence is in her room.” He grumbled.

“Perfect. Let’s go home. You need to go get ready for your date.” I chuckled, making a gesture of arranging my imaginary bowtie, to which he responded by giving me the finger.

We entered the car and drove back to the palace.

“Daniel! Oh my, where have you been? I was looking all over for you.” Emma exclaimed, looking at me. She was rushing towards us from the side of the house.

“Oh for Pete's sake, Emma. Stop confusing yourself. I am Dylan, he is Daniel. You have been married to him for four years, what the fuck?” It was getting annoying how she always mixed us up.

She scratched her neck as color flooded her cheeks in embarrassment. I n