A Wife's Cold Smile of Revenge

look of profound confusion. He was trying to read me, to understand the angle I was playing, but for the fir

lking about?" he asked,

ied smoothly, my gaze sweeping over Emily.

confrontation, for a tearful, hysterical wife she could easily dismiss. My p

e to meet you,

re is all m

roat. The memory of my lost child, a phantom ache in my womb, was a constant, throbbing pain. I remembered the little clothes I had bought, the room I had prepared. The future he had sto

face like stone. He was a traditional man, a patriarch who valued lineage and reputation above all

, his voice dangerously soft. "Emi

ily said, trying to sound respe

ed. He took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving

hose that moment to make his grand, idiotic stand. He s

placed passion. "And if this family won't accept her, then I don't want to be a part

m his chair, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the table. The

?" my grandfather thundered. "Your le

room has ever been!" Mark shot back, his eye

our shared past gave him the upper hand. After dinner, he

o mine. "You will be polite, you will be civil, and you will not cause any trouble. Do you understand

at his face. The fear he expected to see wa

pulling my arm free from his

to let him r