Chapter 12 You look like an African Witch

Aiden stood in awe, utterly unable to believe his own eyes. How could it be possible that the stunning figure before him was Emine? Had she hidden her true beauty all those years they were married? It seemed inconceivable to him. This woman, who had snatched him away from her own sister, had never bothered to dress in a seductive manner. The only thing that had ever attracted him was her natural scent.

Stupefied, Aiden remained frozen, carefully concealing his emotions. Emine felt the intensity of his gaze and their eyes met. Yet, she showed no reaction, merely giving him a fleeting glance as if they were strangers meeting for the first time.

Anger surged through Aiden. How dare she pretend not to recognize him? To him, Emine owed him her very life, and she had no right to ignore him. But Emine, looking at him briefly and continuing on her way, cared nothing for him. All the feelings she once had for him were lost, replaced by a seething hatred for the man who had destroyed her life.