THE PERFECT WIFE
I can’t believe we share blood," her father said coldly as he walked past her while she knelt, watching the ambulance go.
She rose slowly to her feet and looked around the room.
People had begun to leave one by one, but Alfred still stood, staring at her as if in shock over everything that had just happened.
His eyes were like blazing fire, yet ice cold at the same time.
There was a darkness in his gaze that frightened her to her core.
He walked toward her deliberately, never taking his eyes off her for a second.
In his hand, he held a folder and a pen.
"I thought I would never have to use this, that things would never get to this point. But now I see… I’m making the right choice. Sign this,
Bab Populer