"This is Alex, my husband," Annabel introduced, a hint of fear in her tone. She tried to compose herself, but the tension in her body betrayed her.
Mrs. Torres stared at the supposed husband for a long moment, her expression unreadable. The silence was suffocating. Annabel’s heart pounded violently against her chest, while Andrew—calm and composed—remained unfazed by the scrutiny.
"Are you really Annabel’s husband?" Mrs. Torres asked, doubt laced in her tone.
Annabel’s breath hitched.
"Yes, ma’am," Andrew replied smoothly. "My name is Alex, as Annabel introduced me earlier." He offered a beaming smile, the picture of confidence. "I’ve heard a lot about you, and I must say, I appreciate how well you’ve taken care of my wife."
Annabel pinched herself , panic creeping up her spine. Andre
