Page 19 of The Sicilian Billionaire's Disposable Wife

But here he was.

Smiling.

At her.

His wife.

Dario looked surprised when she suddenly raised herself on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

"A secret."

He shook his head. "You never fail to surprise me."

"Good."

He laughed. "You look like a proud little kitten."

"Meow."

The word simply slipped out of her, but the moment it did, and the moment she saw his gaze gleam—

"Ah,cara.”

Why did it feel like she had just done something really, really bad?

“I'll have to reward you for that later."

"I'm good!" Because she totally was, with how he was sayingrewardlike it was a punishment. The kind of punishment that involved his hands and his mouth and approximately zero clothing, and she needed to stop thinking about this immediately.

"But I insist."

She hastily looked for a way to change the subject and turned to the screens and—

Kendra almost gasped when she saw something move on one of the feeds.

That was...the bedroom.

Why was there someone else in the penthouse when it should only have been the two of them—

"You've finally noticed."

Dario's voice had changed. Not the tone. The temperature. Like someone had opened a window in winter and the cold was coming from inside him.

He tapped the zoom key. Once. Twice. Three times.

And Kendra's blood went cold.

Thelma.

In their bedroom.

And she was rummaging through Kendra's clothes.

Again.

It was happening all over again.