AUTHOR'S POV
"Why do you smell like a woman's perfume?" Victoria Wolfe leaned in, her eyes squinting into slits as she took a whiff of her husband.
It was shocking, maybe a bit awakening that Finnegan was finally, finally after fifteen years of marriage, getting his pleasures elsewhere.
Oh, she had suspected for a while now. Finnegan was a softie, a big old softie, that's why it had been easier to marry him after the incident fifteen years ago.
He had a huge heart, had comforted her when Devin's funeral was held and it felt like her whole world was going to fall apart.
That was why it was weird that over the past month, he hadn't bothered to check on their home to see if it had been completed.
Her eyes swept over his outfit. He looked as immaculate as always. Hell, even his collar was at the perfect ninety degree angle it always was, it was so annoying.
He was like a walking robot.
