“Do you have to go? Hmm?” Damien asked as he watched Harriet pack her clothes. Addison and Adrian were already downstairs with their grandparents and were already packed.
“I can’t stay here forever, you know? We aren’t married anymore. It’ll be odd for me to live here.” She chuckled without looking at him, but she could feel his domineering presence behind her, the sweet smell of his perfume gracing her nostrils.
“Why would it be? We were once married, Harriett. It won’t be odd for us to live together. So many couples live together without being married these days.” Damien replied and moved closer to her, turning her around so she could look at him.
“Oh, Damien. We’re not like everyone. Once the press finds out that we’re living together even though we are divorced, it’s going to affect
