TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 60

< CHAPTER 37 WOMAN TO WOMAN I

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CHAPTER 37: WOMAN TO WOMAN-1

EMBER’S POV

“Ember, darling.” Her voice is honey-sweet, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “I’m so glad I caught you. I wanted to apologize for those photos. I had absolutely no idea someone was taking pictures-how terrible that it caused drama. I hope you don’t think there’s anything between Knox and me.”

She says this with perfect innocence. I know she orchestrated every frame.

“Why don’t we talk privately? Woman to woman. I’d love to clear the air.”

She guides me to a private alcove before I can refuse, her grip on my elbow gentle but firm.

The space is intimate, tucked away from prying eyes, designed for quiet conversations and quieter

manipulations.

We sit. She studies me with those violet eyes that probably catalogue weaknesses the way other people

notice outfits.

“I want to be honest with you,” she says, and her voice drops into something softer, more intimate. “I know you’re with Knox now, and I respect that. Truly. But you should understand what you’re getting into.”

I keep my expression neutral. “Should I?”

“Knox doesn’t do real relationships. Not anymore.” She sighs like this pains her to admit. “He might enjoy your company for now-you’re pretty, you’re sweet, you’re probably enthusiastic in bed. But he’ll never actually commit. He’ll never actually love you.”

“Knox is capable of making his own decisions.”

She smiles indulgently, the way you smile at a child who’s said something naive.

“Of course he is. But I know him, Ember. Better than anyone. We have history that goes back years¬t was with him before everything fell apart, and I was there to help piece him back together after.” She leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Terminal illness gives you perspective on what really matters. And what matters is that Knox and I have a bond that time hasn’t broken. You’re a lovely distraction. But that’s all you’ll ever be.”

My chest tightens, but I keep my voice steady

“You’re very confident about that.”

“I’m realistic.” She tilts her head, studying me like I’m a specimen under glass. “Tell me–has Knox shown you his vulnerable side? Has he told you about his past? Has he let you in at all, or does he just fuck you and then retreat behind those walls he’s built?”

The question hits closer to home than I want to admit. This morning. The coldness. The distance.

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