LOVE AFTER BETRAYAL

In the opulent penthouse, a chilling voice broke the silence, "Who is he?" As the imposing figure stood tall by the expansive window, shielding the timid and fragile Hazel, his gaze was fixed on the glass. She struggled to find words to describe the man who had hugged her tightly and whisked her away from the restaurant – her former partner. "I asked again, who is he?" The tall man turned, and Hazel's heart raced, her blue eyes meeting his icy stare. The coldness seemed to seep into the air, making it hard for her to swallow, both literally and metaphorically. Alex, staring intently at his petite contract wife, pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Escort him inside," he commanded, ending the call, leaving Hazel with a frown etched on her face.