Page 51 of Sinner's Obsession

“To my fucking wedding night.”

They chuckle, and we clink our glasses.

“I’ll never let my wife do that on our wedding night,” Cato says, and I snort.

He’ll learn that lesson quickly. You either let your woman do what she wants, or you’ll end up miserable and crazy.

“At least mine gives me hope, but yours... She’s something else entirely.”

He nods more to himself. How the fuck did we end up in this mess? Oh right, because of Cameron. Getting what I want hasnever been difficult.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

Cato’s brows pinch together in barely contained anger. “She’s terrified of her father, and I can’t have that. If I ever find out he laid a hand on her...”

“You know he did. That fear was real,” Cameron says.

“Of course, it was, but at least I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.” He cracks his neck. “I hate that I have to take her back.”

“Already a weakness.”

Both Cato and I shout at Cam, “Shut up.”

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I say.

I’m fucking exhausted, but I grab my jacket and we’re out. Aurora’s words ring in my head. Until she caves, I will be her protector.

Nothing else.

In the compound, Cato and Cam entertain our guests while I am locked in the office, going through reports—working on my wedding night.

After a knock, my IT expert comes inside.

“What is it?”

“You said to watch out for suspicious activity.”

I wave for him to continue. Who the fuck needs a new lesson this quick? Rowan avoids my eyes, fingers fidgeting on the folder.

“I’m waiting.”

“Your wife made two calls that day.”

I take a sip, rage forming in my chest. “Traceable?”

He shakes his head. “No, it was a burner.”

“Thank you. You can go.”

The muscles in my neck strain from the tension this situation is causing.

I stare at my wedding ring glaring at me. Aurora wants to make a fool of me. I’ll show her she should never do that.

In the morning, I put a suit on, slapping the watch against my wrist. When I park in front of Delaney’s house, his butler lets me inside.

He shows me the direction to his office, and I find him sitting in his desk chair. I unbutton my suit jacket and take a seat.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Derision drips like venom from his voice.

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