“What are you doing here?” I asked him, not an ounce of effort put into smiling at him.

As far as I knew, this libertine had his own mansion in this same city of Neverfield. So why was he here?

“If you’re wondering why your step-brother-in-law is here, it’s pretty easy.” He pointed to himself, “I’m your husband’s brother. I have every right to be here.” He said, even without me asking.

Well, that saves my stamina quite a bit.

“Whatever. I don’t have time to entertain ...