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“Missing him already?” I asked snidely.

Sunaina appeared startled to see me.

“Why are you still awake?” she asked.

“I was working,” I replied shortly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She blinked and shook her head.

“I didn’t quite hear it. What was your question again?”

“I asked if you’re missing him already.”

“Him?”

“Yes, him! The bastard who was staring at you like a lovelorn fool,” I bit out through gritted teeth.

She stared at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted horns on my head.

“Have you been drinking?” she asked cautiously.

“That’s beside the point.”

Sunaina pulled herself up using the bannister and stomped over to where I was standing to glare up at me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she hissed.

“Did you arrange to meet your boyfriend at Ally Pally? Is that why you were so reluctant to let me come along?”

She leaned forward and sniffed me before she wrinkled her nose.

“Ugh! You smell like a brewery,” she said.

“And you still haven’t answered my question,” I said, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her close. “Did you arrange to meet your boy toy tonight?”

“Like you arranged to have Tahira over tonight?” she countered, with an angry glint in her eyes.

“Fuck Tahira, and answer me, damn you! Was all this for his benefit?” I asked furiously, running my eyes over the curves left exposed by her dress. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn her nipples peaked against the thin fabric of her dress.

Sunaina flushed and tried to shake my hands off, but I only held her tighter. She raised her chin and glared at me even more. Damn, but my baby looked glorious in a temper.

“That’s none of your damn business, Mr C. You are not my real husband, so get over yourself. I’ll meet whomever I like whenever I want.”

“Not while you’re still married to me,” I growled.

“Then end this fucking farce soon,” she said stubbornly. “You got what you wanted. The adoption process will be over soon, which means my work here is done. Tell your lawyers to start the divorce proceedings as soon as you get the adoption certificate.”

“In such a hurry, are you? Eager to get on with the rest of your life?” I asked snidely.

“Something like that,” she said with a sweet smile that sent my temper skyrocketing.

“The divorce will proceed according to schedule. Meanwhile, you tell your lover boy to keep his hands to himself.”

“Or what?” she challenged.

I turned her around and wrapped my arms around her as I walked her over to the big mirror that hung on the wall opposite us. I held her eyes in the mirror as I bent and whispered in her ear.

“If he touches you again, I will rip his arms off and ram them down his throat,” I said menacingly.