| 53 | Confronting The Truth

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Game over.

Barely three hours later, my not-so-original escape plan's all ruined.

The dickhead I unfortunately have to refer to as "my husband" just found me. Of course he would. I don't know how, but, I already felt his presence before I even saw his face.

Ugh. How did he know I'm in here? In this hotel? A hunch? Or should I blame his bodyguards?

Wearing no tie and a tailored black two-piece suit, he stands beside his straight-faced security staff right outside the glass doors. Their eyes are busy scanning the surroundings, as if they're waiting for some gun-slinging strangers to disrupt this unwanted reunion.

The lobby isn't empty, but not crowded, either.

Darn it. There's no way I can outrun any of them now, especially with all this stuff in my bag. I roll my eyes when he struts in through the glass doors without even pausing for the security check.

Like he owns this place.

The asshat looks like he just left an important board meeting — not the most talked ab