"That's the price she pays for hurting Edna."
"So what if she's some rich man's daughter? Does that give her the right to bully someone with no one to turn to? I'm letting her taste what it feels like to suffer—so she never thinks she can push people around again."
David sighed.
"Aren't you worried she'll find out and tear the whole marriage apart?"
Damian's gaze sharpened instantly. "David. You didn't go soft and tell her, did you?"
David shook his head and stared down at his tea, saying nothing.
Damian's voice turned glacial.
"Don't ruin this for me. I spent six months planning every detail."
"I promised Edna I'd never touch that woman again. Promised her children would be my only heirs. I won't let Edna down."
Every word dripped with warning—as if the only catastrophe he could imagine was his precious Edna being disappointed.
My mind dragged me back to those humiliating nights. How I'd pressed myself against him, mimicking techniques I'd found in videos, desperate to arouse him.
How he'd turned red-faced and rigid, clenching every muscle to suppress his body's response.
I'd thought he was flushed with shame and frustration. He was gritting his teeth to stay faithful to his mistress.