Chapter 13 My Wife, My Rules

"Ohh, Babe. I'm sorry, I'm late," Valeria cooed in a spoiled tone. She stepped forward and unhesitatingly rested her head on Damon's broad shoulder, completely ignoring Anna, who stood frozen on the other side.

Anna felt her chest tighten. She saw the red bag still sitting arrogantly on the chair t...

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