Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I jolted awake.

His face was inches from mine-sharp lines, cold beauty. The silver-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose still in place.

The bedside lamp glowed in warm amber. The light hit his lenses, casting twin moons in his eyes.

Beneath the glass, his gaze burned.

It took me a few moments to find

my voice.

“You’re back?”

My voice was naturally soft. Half-asleep, it came out even gentler, laced with the nasal hush of slumber.

To his ears, it probably sounded fragile. Almost pitiful.

One dark brow arched. “Not happy to see me?”

I met his obsidian eyes, steady and unreadable.

“No… just surprised,” I replied softly.

We had been married five years.

A marriage with intimacy, but no affection.

No love-not from him.

His love belonged to someone else.

To Vincent, I was simply the perfect legal wife-obedient, agreeable, conveniently matched in bed.

Six months ago, she had added me on WeChat.

Since then, I’d seen my husband pop up often in her stories.

Him being tender.

Him being thoughtful.

Him being hers.

Today was no exception. A diamond ring sparkled in her latest post.

“Mr. Williams, I’m yours-now and forever.”

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