Chapter 167 One-hundred And Sixty-seven

• Millicent
• A week had passed since Fiona's pathetic attempt at manipulation, and I found myself doing something I hadn't done in months - humming while I worked. Actually humming, like some Disney princess who'd found her happily ever after. If anyone had told me six months ago that I'd be genuinely happy living in Abel's mansion, sharing his bed every night, I'd have laughed in their face. Or cried. Probably both.
• But here I was, organizing files in his office while he attended morning meetings, our son sleeping peacefully in his portable crib next to the desk. The normalcy of it all kept catching me off guard. Abel would slip into my suite after Alexander went down for the night, and we'd lose ourselves in each other until dawn threatened to expose us. Then he'd drag himself back to his wing, both of us pretending it was just about the mind-blowing sex.