Billionaire's Abused Wife
As she entered the bedroom, she found Kevin standing by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, the tendrils of smoke dancing in the air.
"Kevin, I..." she began, her voice hesitant.
Interrupting her, he spoke, "If you're going to tell me that you want to go there everyday, I'm sorry."
Sara's eyes narrowed, taken aback by his assumption.
It hadn't crossed her mind until now.
"What are you talking about, Kevin?"
"Isn't that what you wanted to discuss?" he retorted, his red-rimmed eyes locking onto hers.
"I just thought you were upset, and I wanted to talk to you…"
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