Chapter Twenty Eight

I audibly gasp as I walk into the sight of them. Like a cold shower, I feel the wave of shock, betrayal and hurt down on me all at once. Jealousy as sharp as a knife slices through my heart and in this moment, I've never wanted to rip another woman apart more. They pause mid action and leisurely, he straightens, the legs of the lady that were wrapped around his waist sliding down. She scurries off hurriedly and he turns to face me slowly. Seeing his face, my brows furrow in confusion.

He's Draaven and yet, he isn't. His hair is the exact same shade, styled in the exact same fashion. But this person is a little paler and his eyebrows are tinted a little on the red side. His face is also hairless, lacking the well trimmed beard Draaven sports. Instead, there's just a reddish blond moustache, shielding a pair of lips thinner than my husband's. The eyes however, are the same. The build, the jawline, almost everything is the same. Who is this?

"Adrian?". Someone says from behind me. Startl