Vincent's voice was barely audible, enough only to reach the two figures, who had sensed his presence and stopped.
Sienna jerked away from President Peter's hold and draped the sheet to cover her nakedness, gaze locked on Vincent, who was struggling to breathe as tears ran freely down his face.
"Vi...nce," she stuttered, shaking her head. "Vince... I can explain."
Vincent didn't seem to hear her. His mind was trying to process what he had done wrong to deserve such a sight-the woman he cherished more than his own existence betraying him so cruelly by cheating on him.
The janitor's words echoed in his head.
'The CEO is dating a woman he visits once in a while when he's in the country. She mostly covers her face, but I caught a glimpse of it... and that woman looks exactly like the one
