With a chilling smirk dancing upon his lips, Yves began to speak, his voice dripping with a sinister amusement that sent shivers down their spines. His gaze locked onto Claire Morrison, relishing in the moment of revelation and the potential unraveling of secrets that she herself might have been oblivious of.
"Well, Mrs. Morrison," he began, his tone laced with a mixture of scorn and delight, "it seems that you have a truly devoted and loyal husband. But only if you have managed to move past and forgive him for his affair with an Omega who is practically the same age as your own son."
A cold scoff escaped Yves' lips, his eyes fixed intently upon Shawn Morrison, whose face contorted with a potent mix of rage and humiliation. Satisfaction danced within Yves' gaze as he reveled in the exposure of their deceit and the crumbling of their carefully constructed facade.
