Dumped, Because His "HER" Is Back
A woman of timeless beauty sat in a velvet armchair, elegantly sipping from a porcelain cup.
She was the mirror image of Lucian, but her eyes held a void where his soul should be.
"Lucian, my darling," her voice echoed through the bunker, melodic and terrifyingly calm. "I know you’re listening. And I know your little wife is beside you."
I froze. Lucian tried to surge upward, but a guttural cry of pain forced him back down.
"Evelyn, dear," the woman continued, looking directly into the lens as if she could see the fear in my eyes. "Take good care of him. I like to keep my investments in top condition. We shall see each other soon. Very soon."