(Content in this chapter might be a bit disturbing for sensitive readers. Discretion is advised.)
Doran entered his villa in a blinding fury. He had sensed Zyair was trouble even before he had officially met him but he hadn't anticipated the man to be this shrewd.
The table in the dining room had been set with all kinds of food which used to be his favourite and a small home-baked chocolate cake lay in the centre. It was a norm in their seven years of marriage.
Every year on their anniversary Skyla would cook for him and bake a cake but either he would never come home or would arrive so late that she had gone to sleep.
Ignoring her efforts yet again he went straight to his room. As he neared it he heard the giggling voice of Skyla from inside. She was talking on the phone with someone. He was about to enter the room when the one name he thought he had heard enough for the night left his wife's mouth.
