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She was frozen in her place. Her heart stopped beating and her feet became mountain heavy unable to move. Her throat clogged up and every nerve in her body screamed at her to run but her body forgot the simple function of making a move.

Cold chills ran down her spine witnessing that cold look on his face. There was no warmth. The look on his face said it all.

This man in front of her wasn't her husband who held so much love for her. This man was the same merciless beast who had tortured her a lot.

He wasn't changed a bit but what changed the most was the cold deadly look on his face that was void of any emotion.

There was a sheer dominating aura coming out of him and the trimmed stubble on his face gave him a rugged and more manly look.