The two people stared at one another. One was sitting on the grass beneath a tent that she had asked the hotel workers to put on, and another was standing at the main gate with a dark expression on his face. This scene silenced the entire reporters. Only the sound of shutters echoed in the background.
After what felt like a long time, the man moved. He walked closer and closer until he reached her and opened the tent's bindings. Julia's eyes widened. Before she could register what had happened, everything fell at the top of her face.
She struggled to get out of the tent as Victor stood there with his hands folded across his chest. After much difficulty, she managed to get out of it and glared at her so-called husband.
Victor's eyes turned even colder as he continued to look at her face. He was so angry that from the ground level, his jaw seemed sharp, and his eyes looked like two beads of laser beams that were ready to kill anyone.
