Chapter 18

Devon’s POV

Immediately she left, I was filled with anger, the kind that burned slowly before it erupted. My fists clenched at my sides, my knuckles became white with the effort to keep myself from lashing out. The nerve she had to walk out like that, dressed like a prostitute forgetting the fact that I am a public figure and is fucking married to me irrespective of our differences.

I spun around, my eyes falling on Lauren. She was sitting back on the couch, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

“She thinks she’s something now, huh?” Lauren muttered playing with her fingers as she talked.

“Walking out like she’s not a whore.” She added hissing out loudly and I had enough of that.

I clenched my jaw. “Shut up, Lauren,” I growled, my voice calm but dangerous.

She raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter. “What? Am I wrong? She looked ridiculous and stupid.” her like drew back in a snarl unbothered.

I turned away, pacing to and fro, trying to get a grip on myself. I felt Lauren’s ey