Nicolette's stomach dropped at the sight before her.
Violet was on her knees, about to suck Alaric's dick.
Alaric was sprawled on the couch, grunting in anticipation.
For a second, her brain refused to process it. Then slowly, it sank in.
The betrayal.
The disgust.
The rage.
The emotions churned in Nicolette's stomach, hitting her harder than she had expected.
Her husband was with another woman on their wedding day.
They couldn't even wait for the day to be over!
Violet stood up, packing her hair behind her ears. "You're interrupting a very special moment."
Nicolette's blood boiled, her fists tightened at the smirk on Violet's face, and she just wanted to slap it off—until Alaric grunted again.
This time, she looked at him closely.
His face was contorted.
Beads of sweat sat on his forehead, and he looked like he was in pain.
"Help me…" he whispered, his voice hoarse and low.
Nicolette rushed to him, her heart pounding with fear. He didn't look well at all.
