Two Option

HARPER

Wilder knows I've remarried, but I don't think he'll do anything about it. He's thrown me away; that's clearly what happened.

"Shit!" I cursed when dealing with charcoal on the kitchen grill. Which Mannor kitchen still uses traditional grills these days? Mattia's taste is old-fashioned.

Several times, I passed by the waiter in this manner. They all wore professional clothes, which looked elegant on their bodies. I know Mattia deliberately made me wear this uniform; it's clear he wants to insult me in a subtle way.

"Luckily, he still gave me a comfortable room, huh? What is that? It's not like he thinks of me as a pregnant woman who has to sleep on a soft mattress, right?" I grumbled while working.

I spend more energy cursing than my hands working physically. Even though Wilder didn't treat me like a wife while I was in his pack, I never had to do housework this hard.

But he treated me as if I was dead. He made love to me always, with his body smelling of alcohol. Yeah, she prob