Chapter 42

He was driving his Bugatti to his mansion. His knuckles turn white with the force on the steering wheel. Only one thing playing in his mind again and again.

His hand holding her waist as he was leaning down on her.

Two days have passed with them ignoring each other's presence. Every morning they sat for breakfast at the same table but refused to acknowledge each other's existence. She never for once spared him a glance nor did he bother to show his disconcert.

His rage took another turn when he received a message from her driver who was assigned to pick up and drop her off also to keep him updated on her whereabouts.

He was in a meeting when he received the message along with the short clip and a few photos. Seeing the clip his fury has no boundary. He left the meeting right that time and drove back to his mansion.

His earlier frustration was replaced by his anger. A sheer possessiveness surged through his veins seeing his wife in another man's arms.

Halting his car at the