"Klaus!" Morticia snapped when he remained silent. "Are you not going to defend yourself? What is going on?"

"What if I slept with her, huh?" he asked, making her frown.

"What?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"She came over when she heard about my mom's death and wanted to console me. We just... ended up in bed. I'm sorry, but I needed it," he explained, looking away.

"That's a lie. Whatever you're doing, stop," her voice broke in an unimaginable way. "You don't have to keep doing this."

"What?"

"You're trying to push me away, aren't you? You're hiding something..."

Klaus sighed. "Can't you just wake up? You found an...