Then he continues to the bar with a flurry of women in tow.
Damn it!
I'm crushed, my racing mind thinking up all sorts of explanations for his quiet absence over this week where he's could be, what he's been doing.
Now all clear to me, he's not mourning his loss.
He looks arrogant, confident and sickeningly handsome just like he did on the day I met him.
They are all familiar traits to me, but right now, they are all enhanced. He knows the effect he's having on me and all of the other women dribbling at his heels.
Uncertainty and raging jealously are strangling me, and I'm still staring at him, watching as he assaults the women surrounding him with that f**king face, making them disintegrate on the spot.
Oh yes, there he is, my husband, Feng Teng. The perfect man who looking like he's just landed from planet of Greek knight.
Just then my eyes got narrow as I watch a red dress woman approach my husband and stroke his arm.
