Cynthia had plunged a knife deep into his heart with her betrayal, making his heart bleed profusely and cry out in pain. He loved her to death, and she wished him dead. She was his life, and here she was, making plans to take his life. She had shattered him into millions of pieces, and he doubted if he would ever be whole again. His face turned crimson, and he clenched his jaw. He could feel molten anger thrumming through his veins like lava.
He wanted to confront the cheating, conniving wench, tell her she had been found out, but he kept his rage in check as he didn't want her to see how deeply she had hurt him, didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had almost been successful in fooling him. No, he would turn the tables and destroy her... ruin her for daring to mes
