Marlon looks at Astrid sharply, disbelief evident in his eyes, disappointment hidden beneath it.
“Is it true?” He asks, his voice full of pain.
“It is not true, I was framed, I didn’t know that man,” Astrid replies curtly, fighting back the pain slashing at her heart from the look Marlon is giving to her.
Why is Zane doing this?
She couldn’t find happiness with him and now he won’t let her find happiness with another person?
Why did he have to come back into her life at a time like this, when everything is going so well for her?
“Don’t listen to a word she says,” Zane retorts. “What other reason would she have to run away? Hide the fact that she had my f*****g kids in her. To tell you the truth, if the boys were not a splitting image of me, I wouldn’t believe they are mine.”
A low
