Chapter 156 Tame Me Or Stay Mad

• The next morning, I shuffled my way to the kitchen like a half-dead cat, rubbing sleep from my eyes and silently praying for coffee—or divine intervention.
• My head throbbed slightly, probably from the full-blown marriage therapy session I unwillingly hosted last night.
• Honestly, between Ace’s death glares and Megan’s emotional breakdown, I deserved a fat paycheck... But nooo. Not even a thank you. Not even a muffin. Ungrateful lovebirds.