Betrayal by love
she asked, raising her brows teasingly
Daisy stared at Zoey without blinking, surprise etched on her face.
"I can't tell you everything... just arrive before five o'clock this evening, at this address," Zoey said, forwarding the message from her phone.
A beep buzzed on the table. A large male hand picked it up, seeing the display: "Pick me at 5." Aaron rolled his eyes in irritation. On the laptop, the screen displayed the recording of Zoey's recent conversation with Daisy. Nearby, a ceramic pot lay shattered, its beautiful roses scattered. His hand ran over his head in disappointment and betrayal. His hands trembled after hearing that conversation.