Chapter 39

BRIANNA’S POV

The night was drawing close. Clad in my nightgown, I paced my room in swift, troubled strides, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse, trying but all to no avail to steady the erratic thumping of my heart against my chest.

Who knew what Catherine might think seeing me in bed with her husband?

She might think we were making out. Think we have been sleeping together whenever she wasn’t around. But that wasn’t the case.

I had just broken her last and most important rule which stated that I was to never talk, go close to or engage in any...