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~LUCAS~ What the f**k was I doing? Why was I running after my wife's sister? I knew how terribly wrong this was, especially while Freya watched. Yet, I couldn't stop my feet from moving. It was like my body had a mind of its own even though I was trying f*****g hard to stop it. I told myself I couldn't be this way after marriage. I knew I had to go back into that room and f*****g apologize for my actions. Freya didn't deserve this. I stop walking, unsure of which direction to turn. Before I could make a decision, Ace walks up to me, "where are you going? Are you following Avery?" I was surprised by his question. Why would he assume that I was following Avery? As far as I knew, Freya's family didn't know that Avery was my mate. They would never understand my actions, and I kne