His Unveiled Passion

Zachary had once tried to delude himself into believing that Tessa and Stephen had not slept together. As it turned out, it was just his wishful thinking.

However, now that the kiss marks on Stephen's body stared at him in the face, Zachary's vision darkened for a second. There was a loud buzzing in his ears, paired with the vicious hammering of his heart against his ribcage. He was unsteady on his feet, his legs threatening to give away at any moment.

In the next second, Zachary let out a howl akin to a wounded beast as fury burned

in his reddened eyes. With a roar, he lunged at Stephen. Stephen took a step back, maneuvering his body sideways to dodge Zachary's attack.

He took advantage of the opening and drove his fist mercilessly into Zachary's face while also kicking him.

Pain exploded across Zachary's face from the blow. His mind was buzzing from the impact. He stumbled backward, his body colliding against the wall of the hallway with a loud thud.

Stephen scoffed at him. His eyes filled with condescension as he commented, "Zachary, I already gave you a chance. Three years ago, when you and Tess were together, I convinced myself that as long as she was happy, you would have my blessings. And how did you treat her?"

It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing Zachary's heart repeatedly. The pain made it hard for him to breathe.

Stephen didn't give Zachary time to catch his breath. Then, he asked again, "Zachary, what right do you have to question me?"

Zachary have at that moment? He was the one

he looked down on the most. Folks like him did not know

down on men like Zachary the most. He didn't know how to cherish what he had until it slipped through his fingers, only mourning what he

too late. To whom did he want to show this pitiful appearance? He was quiet for a while, after which his bewildered expression was wiped clean, as if he found a

lips. The smudged blood near his lip made him look even more

right. Because I love her! No one loves her

the point of laughing aloud. He cocked an eyebrow, questioning, "You love her?

to retort when Tessa's voice suddenly echoed from behind Stephen. Her

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was about to drift off to sleep

of clothes and

at her door, she was no longer sleepy and instead glared at Zachary.

to

unnatural redness coating Tessa's face. Next was the haze of desire that

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