CELESTINE’s P O V

Arnold walked up to me and leaned over and murmured something into my ear. ‘‘I don't care what’s your purpose for getting the marriage certificate…’’ His voice was husky as he spoke. ‘‘But during this particular period of time... you're still Mrs. Maxwell, my wife. Now that you want to sleep with my sister, are you trying to show them that our marriage is fake?’’

He does have a point in that regard. But…

‘‘Come on, have the porridge first. Otherwise, it will get cold soon…’’ he shifted the topic as he pulled me by the hand and dragged me to the table. ‘‘Don’t worry, I...