94: His Picture

WINTER:

As I waited for Samson to answer me, the other part of my mind refused to believe that Samson was that kind of man. We only just played during Family Day, so why did he betray me?

Did he buy it for the press? How much did he pay for it?

The last thing I remember, is Cali said Samson was the most loyal man he ever met…I guessed my ex-husband was wrong this time.

“Samson?”

Recognition hit his eyes. “You! Miss Winter? Is that you?”

I put both of my hands on my hips. The servants kept on restraining him.

“Yes, me. What’s the problem?”

“You are Mr. Calcifer’s wife! I'm glad I found you!”

My cheeks flamed. “I am not his wife. I am his ex-wife.” I cleared my throat when I remembered what we were talking about. “Let's go back to know what we are talking about.”

“Oh. That must be the reason,” he retorted, not really answering what I said.

“The reason for what?”

Samson cried in pain when the maids pushed him to the ground.

“Miss Winter, this man was trying to make you lower your gr