TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 35

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CHAPTER 24: MY SWEET HUSBAND–1

EMBER’S POV

“That’s far enough.” Knox’s voice is quiet, but the threat underneath is unmistakable.

Gale doesn’t seem bothered. He just holds up the gifts, his expression settling into wounded understanding.

“I heard about her panic attack at the dinner,” he says, and his voice is so gentle it’s almost worse than anger. “I know what helps her. I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”

“How thoughtful.” Knox doesn’t move. “Breaking and entering to deliver… what exactly?”

“Her favorite macarons. Her anxiety medication.” Gale looks past Knox to me, his eyes soft with concern. “I’ve known Ember far longer than you have. I know what she needs during these episodes. Do you?”

The dig lands exactly where Gale intended. I know her better than you ever will.

“What I know,” Knox says, “is that you’re in my home uninvited at f in the morning. What I know is that security had to physically restrain you. What I know is that this constitutes breaking and entering, and I have every right to have you arrested.”

“I wasn’t breaking in.” Gale’s voice stays calm, reasonable. “I was knocking. Persistently. There’s a difference.”

“Security footage says otherwise.”

“Security footage can be interpreted many ways.” Gale shifts his attention back to me. “Five minutes, Ember. That’s all I’m asking. There’s something you need to know. Something private.”

“She doesn’t need to know anything from you,” Knox says.

“Shouldn’t that be her choice?”

They both look at me.

I should say no. But there’s a part of me, some broken piece that’s still trained in

appeasement, that needs to understand what game he’s playing.

And there’s another part, smaller and more shameful, that isn’t sure if Knox actually knows me. If this isn’t all some calculated performance on his part too.

“Five minutes,” I hear myself say.

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Knox’s jaw tightens. “Ember-”

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“I can handle him.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I need it to be. “Five minutes. You’ll be right outside.”

“I’ve been worried about you,” he says, offering me the pink box. “You left without any of your things. I wanted to make sure you had what you need.”

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