The Rejected Wife's Secret Empire
He was actively, physically drowning in absolute filth.
Kiara stood exactly at the extreme edge of the massive concrete pit, staring completely blankly at the dark, freezing sludge slowly swallowing his heavily bruised, violently shivering back. She didn't scream. She didn't gasp. She casually checked her expensive diamond wristwatch, her dark eyes entirely devoid of any human panic.
"He is actively drowning, Ma'am," Rohan noted coldly, taking a hesitant step toward the putrid, foul-smelling edge.
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