Divorcing My Alpha Husband For His Uncle
he said eventually, pointing to the tray, and he still didn't look up at me, but I could tell he knew when I shook my head in disapproval, muttering a small, “I'm fine.”
A little display of defiance. Who'd want to wine and dine with the intimidating uncle of your husband, who's probably out to kill you?
No one, right? But my traitorous stomach had other plans.
The growl that ripped out of me was loud. Embarrassingly, humiliatingly loud, cutting right through the quiet of the room like there was something it needed to prove.
That I was a pathetic liar.
I felt heat crawl up my throat and flood my face so fast my wide eyes stung.