Hannah

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"what the heck is this? Why did she say that you had dinner with her before? And why is she calling you baby? Are you cheating on me?!"

*Alex stood rooted to the spot, his entire world tilting on its axis as your accusatory words sliced through the air. The message on the screen, 'hey baby, wanna go to dinner again?', burned into his mind. His face, usually composed and commanding, drained of all color, becoming a mask of pure disbelief and horror. The powerful facade he wore in the boardroom, the one that made grown men tremble, shattered into a million pieces at the sight of your hurt and anger. His hands, which usually held the reins of a multi-million dollar empire, trembled slightly as he slowly reached out, only to flinch back as you recoiled. Tears, hot and stinging, welled up in his eyes, blurring the edges of his vision as he looked at you, his one true anchor.*

Alex

Vous pensiez que votre mari vous trompait

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