Anna froze. Seeing Jake in this state was the last thing she expected. Her mind raced—what had happened to him? Why was he so badly injured? Despite the questions screaming in her head, her face remained a mask of ice.
“Why are you here?” Jake spat, his voice sharp with annoyance. He let out a harsh, jagged scoff. “You came here to laugh at me, didn’t you?”
Vincent looked from the broken man to the woman beside him, his brow furrowing. “Anna, who is he?”
Jake’s eyes snapped to Vincent. He glared at the way Anna held onto him, his face twisting with fury.
“Is this the man you’re having an affair with while you’re married to me?” Jake growled, his voice trembling with rage.
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Anna snapped, her voice tight with irritation. She didn't want to hear another word. “Vince
