Your Love for Her Was the Death of Me
Everyone nearby, including the journalist, was quietly taken away.
Leo stood under the porch light, his face expressionless.
"You shouldn't have touched Eva," he said coldly, eyes sharp and voice deadly calm. "I warned you."
"Leo, I did it because I love you! I'm carrying your child." Cleo cried, reaching for him.
Leo grabbed her by the jaw, his voice cold and sharp. "Don't dress your filthy lust up as love. The moment you went after Eva, you sealed your fate."
Cleo snapped, "And what about your desire, Leo? While you were moaning my name in bed, where was your precious Eva?"