Arabella could already feel defeat.
Bill was lying on Trishia’s bed calmly.
The first and second buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned while Trishia was hugging him so tightly like all her body was touching Bill’s.
She didn’t have to ask what happened before she came in.
She could feel her heart was extremely aching as some sharp blades sliced it slowly but deeply.
She could feel her heart was bleeding tremendously.
Arabella's hands clenched the paper in her hand tightly.
Though she had this in her mind before she entered the room but she could still hold the intense pang in her heart that was sucking her up.
How could Bill arrogantly leave her with a contract then after he slept with Trishia?
What did he want from her?
Did he want the two of them?
One would take the role of his wife and the other one would play the role of his mistress.
Arabella's eyes stared sharply at the intimate view in front of her while her temperature was boiling.
