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Ana nodded solemnly. "It seems like he returned earlier."

Arabella could not shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.

But before she could utter another word, the door swung open once more, announcing Mason's entrance.

"Leave," he ordered Ana with a curt nod.

"Excuse me," Anastasia hastily exited the room, her departure almost frantic.

Arabella rose from her seat, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirling within her. She half-expected Mason to stride over to her, to confront her with his demanding presence.

But he chose another path, one that led him away from her, towards the liquor cabinet. Despite the early hour, he poured himself a drink with practiced ease, the clinking of ice against glass echoing in the tense silence of the room.

"I am back, wife. Aren't you going to come to me and suck my fucking cock?" he chuckled morbidly. Arabella remained silent. "My mother is being buried today, thanks for asking," he continued.

"Do you want me to go to