‘ How could this be?’ Mason asked in his mind, utterly speechless. His mind racked through his brain and memory, trying to get a glimpse of what he'd missed. There was never a sign of Eloise breaking; she had just snapped at him one afternoon when, in fact, they had no issue the previous night.
This switch. He couldn't wrap his head around it.
Mason blinked rapidly, his mouth parted slightly, but the words stuck on his tongue.
This couldn’t be real. Right?
Eloise. His Eloise, standing in front of him, wearing nothing but confidence and rage like silk.
And now, there's a man? Tamara was right? She was already seeing another man while still married to him?
How dare she? How dare she? She belongs to him!
Mason clenched his fist so hard his nails dug into his palm as he glared at the man who looked familiar, but he couldn't tell where he'd met him. But he didn't care. Right now, he was boiling.
Antonio hadn’t spoken a word, just smirking as he stood beside her, his presence alone
