"What is that smell?" Ethan's nose crinkled in disgust. The fishy odor hit him hard. His face twisted as he took in the sight of Selena in her wrinkled dress and exposed stubby legs.
All he could think about was Elena—her elegance, her grace, her beauty.
Selena caught the look of revulsion on his face. It was like a slap.
"It's Elena! She made me clean fish. That's why I smell like this!"
Ethan let out a cold chuckle. "You slept with her fiancé on her wedding night, and now you expect her to treat you with kindness? You deserved that."
"Don't forget—I'm your wife!" Selena shouted, stamping her foot.
"Don't give me that," Ethan snapped. "We both know exactly why I married you in the first place. If I had known Eleanor Langley would never acknowledge you…
"Acknowledge you."
