MINA’S POV

I stood still by the sink, holding Zyran’s coffee mug in my trembling hands. A slow, victorious smile crept across my face as I listened to his heavy footsteps fade down the hallway.

He didn’t yell at me, he didn’t look at me with that terrifying disgust. He actually defended me right in front of his precious wife, this meant my plan was finally starting to work.

Thedoor of the kitchen creaked open, I quickly dropped my smile and forced my shoulders to slump forward as I turned to face Roosevelt.

"Mina, you can stop washing the dishes now," Roosevelt said softly, walking into the kitchen with a...