Chapter One Hundred-Thirteen

Edward sat in his car, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he drove through the city's bustling streets.

The world outside seemed to blur as his mind remained fixed on the incident that had unfolded earlier in the morning at Camilla's house.

The weight of the emotions he had experienced was heavy, and his thoughts kept replaying the scene over and over.

For a man who usually maintained his composure, today had been different. He had lost his cool in front of Camilla, revealing a side of himself that he rarely let anyone see.

But he couldn't help it, the hurt he felt was too raw to be contained.

How could she have done something like that to him? That question echoed in his mind, each repetition digging the knife of betrayal a little deeper.

He had trusted her, believed in her words and actions, and now he was left questioning everything.

The memory of her disheveled state, clothed in a mere robe and Alexander's half-naked form was an image that haunted him throughout the day.

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