Alessia saw the shock and doubt in his eyes. ‘We don’t want the same things. We were never really right for each other.’
Before Brayden could say anything more, she looked past his shoulder. ‘Connie’s here.’
Panic washed over Brayden, freezing him in place.
Alessia sneered.
As Brayden slowly turned around, he scanned the street.
Connie was nowhere to be seen.
He stood there, stunned, realising he had been played by Alessia.
‘You just lied to me,’ Brayden muttered.
Alessia folded her arms. ‘Someone who gets terrified at the mere mention of his wife’s name, do you really think he’s capable of filing for divorce? What a joke!’
She turned around, but she had barely taken two steps before finding herself abruptly swept off her feet.
‘Ah—’ she screamed, her voice
