My Cold Husband's Secret Obsession
Language: en
I married Tristan three years ago. We've slept in separate rooms for one thousand and ninety-five days. Everyone says Tristan is cold and ascetic, like some untouchable deity. I used to think so too, until tonight, when I pushed open his study door to finally settle that long-delayed divorce agreement. I witnessed a scene that made my face flush and my heart race. 1 Cassidy's POV The main light in the study was off. Only the blue glow from the computer screen barely outlined the silhouette of the man behind the desk. The usually immaculate Tristan was now leaning back in his leather…