I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut it up, then bundled the shreds into a trash bag to be burned by the maids.
Destroying the dress was a good way to get my anger out, but then came another problem—how to get out of the house and away from the bodyguards Nathan had follow me at all times.
A few hours after midnight, Nathan crawled back into our bed, covered in Katherine's perfume.
He tried to be intimate, pressing kisses into my neck but I refused to give in, knowing I would break down in tears if he touched me.
He asked what was wrong. I didn't bother facing him as I told him nothing, but his silence as he lay down to sleep let me know he could hear the lie in my voice.
The next morning, I woke up to Nathan preparing breakfast.
He had on my frilly apron and was covered in flour—a sight that would have warmed me before but now felt like a performance to lower my guard.
"Good morning, darling," he kissed me and led me to the breakfast nook. "I know yesterday was hard for you, so I thought, why not start the day with something sweet?"
He placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of me—my favorite—and smiled proudly at his work.
He was so good at playing the perfect husband, it almost made me forget he had cut open my sister and used her for spare parts.
"Thank you," I forced a smile.
"It was my pleasure. Plus, I told Katherine about your mood, and she agreed to come shopping with us to cheer you up."
The sweet pancake turned bitter in my mouth.
Nathan noticed the change and frowned in confusion.
Ever since I met Katherine, I had wanted to be friends with her, so suddenly not wanting to go shopping with her was too out of character.
"I guess I should have asked first then," he said apologetically. "Should I call her and cancel?"
Yes, was my first thought—until I realized this was what I needed.
Shopping meant my bodyguards wouldn't be allowed into certain rooms, and that could be my chance to escape.
I schooled my features into one of excitement and shook my head.
"No. A day out is exactly what I need.”
Rose's POV
With long legs and a face that turned heads, Katherine looked every bit the supermodel she was.
It was no wonder Nathan had risked his marriage and organization by sleeping with the wife of the most bloodthirsty Don of their generation.
She hugged me like we were old friends.
I froze when I heard the muffled beating of her heart in her chest.