ASHLEY'S P. O. V

The silence didn't bother me anymore.

I had gotten used to it, lying in an empty room, staring at the ceiling while waiting for my husband to walk in and drop into bed only to pass out seconds later, then rise early in the morning and disappear again.

It'd been like that since his mistress and lover skyrocketed. And by mistress, I meant Lockra.

Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been better if it was a woman taking Kellan's total attention. A woman I can fight, A woman I ...