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Maybe he needed some time to think… away from me.

With a heavy sigh, I continued, “I guess we’ll need to talk the next time we see each other.”

Valeria raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?”

I glanced at my phone and saw it was time to check on my patient and wake him from his nap.

“We need to talk about divorce, Valeria,” I said, heading towards the door. “This marriage is pointless, and I’m sure if the Silas find out my father sold me—multiple times—for a few measly dollars, they’ll force Alexsei to sever ties with me to avoid any disgrace.”

She stood up from the sofa, her arms crossed. “Don’t say that! There’s nothing to be ashamed of, and you’re not bringing shame to anyone, honey. You’ve been through so much, Caia. Please, be kinder to yourself.”

As I took in Valeria’s comforting words, my phone chimed with a notification.

Curious, I glanced at the screen and saw a message from Alexsei. With a mix of excitement and anxiety, I tapped the message, unsure of what to expect.

Lucifer:

Check the news.

Perplexed, I nudged Valeria to turn on her small TV, our curiosity buzzing in the air. With bated breath, we both settled into our seats as she grabbed the remote. With a click, the screen sprang to life, casting an eerie glow across the room as the news broadcast started.

"In a shocking turn of events, billionaire Klark Polanski, CEO and COO of Zhit, the multi-million-dollar company specializing in vitamins and wellness supplements, was discovered dead in his office this morning. His hands severed and his tongue removed, the gruesome scene has left investigators baffled. Preliminary reports suggest that he died due to massive blood loss through his severed hands,adding a sinister layer to this already chilling mystery. The Police Department has launched…"

“Holly crap,” Valeria breathed out, her eyes meeting mine in shock.

Klark Polanski was dead. I could hardly believe it.

“Do you think...” Valeria’s voice trailed off.

I nodded slowly. “He texted me and told me to check the news.”

Alexsei Romaniev had just killed a man. A man who had paid my father to grope me.

My husband had just killed forme.

“You’d better give that man a seriously hot kiss tonight,” Valeria joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I rolled my eyes, unable to stifle a chuckle, and left the room to wake up my patient. Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips.

Oh, Alexsei, what am I going to do with you?

Chapter

Thirty-Two

“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.”

?Heinrich Heine

Alexsei

Washing my hands, I scrubbed the dried blood off and dried my skin with a clean cloth from the kitchen table.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I let the vodka burn my throat, closing my eyes as the alcohol eased the tension in my shoulders.

I'd had one hell of a day. After my little witch’s heart-wrenching revelation about her messed-up past and her worthless excuse for a father, I couldn’t stand to stay home any longer. I needed to act, and I needed to do it now.

Leaving Caia alone was the last thing Iwanted. Damn, I was addicted to that woman. All I craved was to be by her side, to feel her skin beneath my lips, to wrap her in my arms and breathe in her scent.

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