Hearing the sharp voice, Nevaeh didn't even need to look. She already knew, it was her sister, Noreen.
Noreen stormed forward, stepping in front of Cyrille protectively like a shield.
Her eyes burned with accusation. "Who told you to meet my husband in secret? Are you trying to seduce him?"
Nevaeh's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. "If your eyes are blind, maybe you should get them checked. Why would I leave my handsome, healthy husband for a useless man? Do you think I've gone insane?"
Her words struck like knives, making Noreen's face twist with rage.
Originally, it was Cassius who was nothing more than a living corpse.
Noreen had arranged for Nevaeh to marry him because she didn't want to be stuck with a cripple, thinking she was cleverly doing her sister a favor.
But who could have imagined that after all her scheming, Cassius would miraculously come back to life… while she, Noreen, was left with a man who had become useless?
