When Lucien had arrived very late from a party, she had not minded it. After all, lately their shoulders were a bit more heavy with the duties that came of looking after a baby and she could understand his need to unwind and have fun one night. The baby had left the phase of waking them each three hours but their days were still quite busy, to the point that at times Maeve missed having some alone time with her husband to just relax, kiss and have sex without minding the hours passing.
She knew that likely Lucien missed intimacy too, after all they had always been very passionate. What she had not expected was for him to seek it somewhere else.
She stormed towards his study, fueled by anger as she threw a shirt on the table. There were traces of burgundy in the neckline, the only lipstick that she refused to use due to how much she hated that colour.
“Explain.” She just said, livid at her husband. She couldn’t believe it, she hoped for any kind of explanation knowing that likely there was just one.
She knew that likely Lucien missed intimacy too, after all they had always been very passionate. What she had not expected was for him to seek it somewhere else.
She stormed towards his study, fueled by anger as she threw a shirt on the table. There were traces of burgundy in the neckline, the only lipstick that she refused to use due to how much she hated that colour.
“Explain.” She just said, livid at her husband. She couldn’t believe it, she hoped for any kind of explanation knowing that likely there was just one.
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