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“He’s my husband.” He fell silent for a second, then spoke up in disbelief. “Liliana, are you copying my line?” I paused. Right. That was something he used to say—claiming Asher was his. “Uhmm…” “She’s my wife. Liliana Maeve Windermere,” Asher finally declared. Both Bert and I turned to look at him. There he goes again—stealing the big reveal from me! Caleb and Jack stifled their laughter at Bert’s stunned expression.

Whitmore turned to me, smiling casually — as though her answer were the most natural thing in the world. "She's Madam Seraphina Ashford," she said. "Aldric Ashford's wife."

I reached for it and gasped for air as my own blood covered both of my hands. "What do you want?" I asked. She just threw a glance at Carmela and I did the same. She is not moving. I think she lost consciousness again and I don't know what to feel. If she really is pregnant with Cyrus' baby, is it dead already? "Not yet. I didn't kill them yet. I think I now have the most perfect plan for those two." Misty answered the questions in my mind. "I know you have Ashton. You took him without telling me. You will use him against me but I am not a fool. I already have him."

"Who the hell are you talking about? I barely even know you. Who the fuck are you and why are you after my life and my daughter's?" My patience was wearing thin. I wasn't going to allow her to hurt me and my child. "Who the hell am I? I am your husband's mistress. I am Tatiana Andrews and Asher Moretti is mine." She made her claim and my stomach churned more in anger. So this was all about she and Asher again? I wiped my palm over my face, exhausted. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to believe this. "What are you talking about? I barely know you. You are not my mistress. Why do you keep causing trouble in my life?" Asher defended.

First day back. He heard the water shut off in the bathroom. Camille would emerge any moment, wrapped in a towel, hair slicked back, skin flushed from heat. His wife. The woman who called Victoria Kane "mother." The woman whose happiness depended on the very person who had driven his uncle to tie that noose. Alexander deleted the messages, restored his expression to honeymoon contentment, and waited for Camille to appear. The perfect husband on the surface. The perfect betrayer underneath.

Before I left, I met Zayn's cold gaze as he murmured, "Steven, even in death, you're still ruining things for me!" … 12 hours later, the results finally came back. The forensic specialist said, "These ashes are confirmed to belong to Mr. Sutton. The match probability is 99%." Queenie's face drained of color. Her lips trembled as though she might faint at any moment. She murmured, "Steven, I never even got to see you one last time. How could you just leave me behind like this?" Watching her devastation, I felt nothing but bitter irony. She showed no mercy to my family, yet she still had the nerve to play the grieving lover. I couldn't tell who she thought she was convincing.

For one reason or the other, I do not like that question. Ashley is my wife and not his wife. He should just get out of my office already.

The knots in my stomach came back full force as I remembered what we were doing tonight. Alpha Asher had talked to me in private, telling me the role I'd be forced to play. I'd pose as Alpha Asher's girlfriend, a title I wasn't completely opposed to. It was clear there was something going on between the two of us, and I hadn't seen Alpha Asher with another she-wolf. The thought made me smug, and yet I continued wondering what we were to each other. Thinking about Alpha Asher was an enjoyable distraction from our mission tonight.

And it’s absurd! When he saw my expression, he clenched his teeth. While thinking about this craziness, I shook my head. I wiped my lips with the tablecloth after lowering the spoon and fork onto the dish. After that, I raised my eyes to his. "First and foremost, Mister, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Kassandra Ympress, and there are three things you should know about me: first, I am not your wife; second, you've mistaken me for your wife, and I don't understand why you couldn't see the difference; and third, I understand the source of your madness. Your wife did so many horrible things, and it's natural for you to be that mad. Only taking it out on someone who isn’t your wife make

“You look like someone planning a heist.” “I look like someone in pajamas in public,” she muttered, sinking lower. “Please tell me you have sunglasses I can borrow.” He didn’t, but he smirked anyway. “You really think they’d recognize you like this?” She shot him a look. “You don’t understand. They’d love to recognize me. Misty lives for moments like this.” “Who’s Misty?” “My step-sister,” Cassie said bitterly. “And the woman my husband cheated on me with.”