You run hastily to the hotel room where your husband is staying, with your breath ragged and your heart full of anger you open the door with the spare key the receptionist gave you.

and sure enough, your husband was seen making out with a high school girl, the girl looked shocked and tried to hide her naked body with a blanket.

Damien wiped his lipstick stained lips and looked at you with a flat gaze, the husband who loved you so much looked like a different person.

"ohh...you here?" he speaks in a flat and cold tone, his sharp eyes seem to penetrate your soul.

he's such a fucking bastard