For years, Maverick and I had rarely argued, let alone come to blows.

So, as much as I couldn’t believe he’d cheated on me, I couldn’t fathom he’d actually hit me.

Stunned, I stared at him. "Maverick, you’ve really outdone yourself—hit your own wife, huh?"

He showed no trace of remorse, his face a stone wall of indifference. "She’s my mother. An elder. You hit her. Are you saying you’re in the right?"

His mother sat on the ...