Hans's expression immediately turned stern. "This room has the highest security. Irene will be safe here. You can move to the next room."
"This is our room, Hans! How dare you bring another woman into our room!" Violette refused, her chest felt hot, and her tears blurred her vision.
This was the private room they had shared for years since they got married, even before Irene came and destroyed their marriage.
Every detail of this room's decor was engraved in her heart. She had spent her thoughts and time tracking down the right fabric and furniture to decorate the bridal chamber. She and Hans had shared many beautiful memories in this room over the years.
How could Hans bring another woman into their room and kick her out without a shred of guilt?
Irene pretended to tremble with fear, hiding behind Hans while clutching his hand.
"Hans, it's okay. I can be placed in any room. It's better if I just move out of this house.”