My Husband Picked Up a Woman

“I only kissed.”
The voice that spoke was calm.
“It’s true.”
So confidently, one might even call it bold.
Tick-tock.
The sound of the grandfather clock’s second hand was so loud, like a heartbeat, that my head rang.
“Damian. We haven’t even kissed yet. And yet with that woman…”
“Bree!”
“Ngh…”
My vision swam for a moment, and the body that almost fell to the floor didn’t plummet because his hand caught me.
If I hadn’t known anything, I would have been grateful for that. If I hadn’t known he kissed another woman.
Now, it just feels like insects crawling.
“Taking a mistress is common. So…”
“Damian, one of the conditions for you marrying me was that you wouldn’t take a mistress. That’s why I agreed.”
“Bree. Don’t act like a child. Isn’t it different now than before we were married?”
“Damian.”
“If kissing is the problem, let’s do it now. We need to think about an heir, don’t we?”
His golden eyes, which had once seemed like gold, now felt as terrifying as hell.
“Did that woman tell you to say that?”
“Bree!”
The woman who kissed my husband.
She was the true heroine of this novel, someone who should have been united with my husband long ago.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I abandoned him like that.
“I told you, you and I would become family.”
Startled by his sudden approach, I took a step back.
Then, his outstretched arm, as if to warn me that I could no longer escape, trapped me like a cage.
“I want to be your husband, Bree.”
Without even hiding his madness.