The bedroom door slammed so hard the walls trembled.

Selene spun around, eyes blazing.

“Are you out of your mind, Damian?!”

Damian shut the door calmly and loosened his tie.

“Lower your voice.”

“Oh, now you want calm?” she scoffed. “You brought her back into this house, make her your secretary, and expect me to smile?”

“She didn’t beg to come back,” Damian said evenly. “I asked her.”

Selene laughed  sharp, ugly.

“You asked your wife to come back? The same wife you’re about to divorce publicly for me?”

Damian’s jaw tightened.

“She’s still my wife on paper. And she hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Selene froze.

“What did you just...