Ninety-Seven

Ashanti's respect and reverence for her husband vanished the moment she saw him consume pornographic content. He looked very guilty, like a child caught stealing, and she gave him a cold, emotionless stare.

Listening to him apologize caused a roiling heat in her stomach, and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep from lashing out or saying something she would regret.

"How could you even consider betraying our trust like that?" she yelled, accusing him mercilessly. "I don't understand how a man of your age and status could stoop so low."

"Now that's not fair," his voice started to rise, but she clamped her hands over her ears, shutting out his voice.

"I have no justification whatsoever for what you did, and I don't want to hear your explanations. Are you aware that what you did is similar to cheating? You've disappointed me beyond words."

He followed her back to her room, and she had no idea how she had woken up and gone straight to Chadwick's study. She had no intention of m