Chapter 705

“Of course not,” Kian said quickly. “There’s nothing going on between us.”

Teresa’s tears fell faster. She glanced at Kian, then lowered her head, as if bracing herself. “I see Kian as a brother,” she told Brody. “We’re like siblings. Please don’t misunderstand or say things like that.”

Her words pushed Brody past his limit. He wasn’t naive—her expression said otherwise. Siblings? “You’re lovers,” he snapped. “You’re divorced now, so go cuddle at home. Don’t pretend in front of me. It’s disgusting.”

He let go of Kian, brushing his hands like shaking off filth.

Poor Ophelia, wasting years on this trash.

“No, really, there’s nothing,” Teresa insisted, stepping closer to Kian. “Kian, say something—your divorce wasn’t because of me.” She grabbed his hand, leaning in.