Page 161 of Poison Vows

“My wife wants to punish me,” I grumble, my body taut with pressure and the once-in-a-lifetime pleasure I just experienced.

The twins freeze like statues, staring at me before they glance at each other.

“Sir?” Kai questions.

“I said, my wife wants to tear me apart, shatter all my bones, and make me experience the worst pain imaginable!”

The twins blink at me slowly, but I blow a breath and move past them.

They quickly follow me, but they don’t ask nor do I volunteer any information because my mind is emersed in my wife.

That was… I don’t even have the words for it.

Everything I’ve ever thought, imagined… it paled in comparison to the real thing.

Until all hell broke loose.

Did my wife have a personality change?

How can someone be so selfish, throw caution to the wind, and be indifferent?

She didn’t even care about my recent heart surgery and how I haven’t even fully recovered, or the life-threatening danger just to get back to her.

Is she punishing me or did she get a personality transplant?

I stop mid-step and turn to face the twins.

“If you find me dead one morning, make sure my wife is thrown in prison for the rest of her life!” I seethe. “And any man that ever tries to get to her, decapitate their heads and deliver them to her as a gift!”

Kai and Ty quickly take their orders, not daring to comment on the strangeness of my thoughts, so we resume walking, but I suddenly hear them whisper behind me.

“Is a brain fog a symptom of the young master’s condition?” Ty whispers to his brother.

“What do you mean?” Kai whispers back.

“Or has he gone insane?”

“Shut up!”

“I’m concerned! Didn’t you see how the young master lost his mind just now? Should we call the doctor?” Ty whispers heatedly.

“I told you years ago that the young master always loses his head when the young miss is involved,” Kai whispers back, gossiping like market women with nothing better to do. “He becomes something else entirely.”

I pause in the hallway and the twins rush to stop as well. I turn around to face them.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” I ask softly, which makes them both stand up straight at attention.

“We… I mean, I…” Ty stutters, looking guilty as hell. “Should we get a doctor?”

“To check if I have brain fog or if I’m just insane?” I ask, and they both glance at each other.

“I’m afraid the young master heard our entire conversation,” Ty whispers to his brother, who nudges him before he moves to walk ahead of me.

Ty jumps and looks back at me. When I keep looking at him, he clears his throat and speaks seriously.

“In the past two days, the young miss didn’t leave the Hughes residence, nor did she eat,” Ty reports. “I believe she developed a hemiplegic migraine, like the one from three years ago, seeing as how overwhelmed and stressed she has been these couple of weeks.”

My anger dissipates almost immediately at the report, so I resume walking. I think back to how when I arrived, I saw her furrowed brow contorted in pain.

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