He was, after all, her husband in name, and she had to concede that he was quite a looker. An ephemeral moment of disarray swept over her, thinking that surrendering to a man of his charm wouldn’t be entirely regrettable.

A cool sensation prickled the corner of her eyes. Wiping a single tear away, Millie was taken aback by her own display of emotion, chiding herself for being weak.

Rising from the bed, Millie turned on the room light. She then moved to a chair and settled into it. A solitary, vibrant red rose adorned a vase on the table. Picking it up, she sniffed it, a sense of injustice lingering.

Marcus was indeed insufferable, always taking her for granted.

Should she make an immediate exit? She wondered if he would lose his composure when he re-emerged.

However, the idea of leaving filled her with trepidation. What if he invited other women over? Would she then be relegated to the role of a betrayed spouse? His handsome allure was sure to enchant other women.

sound of running water from the bathroom continued for a considerable period of time. Millie had been seated for so long that her muscles began to stiffen. She decided to stretch her legs and approached

noticed the beautifully landscaped garden balcony beyond the room, blooming with

aware that a suite boasting such a picturesque balcony could cost upwards of forty to fifty thousand for a night. As she considered the extravagance, her hand, clutching

ceased. Marcus emerged, his torso bare and clad only in a towel around his waist, showcasing his sculpted

awkward. She quickly pivoted away and, in a huff, queried, “Why

confusion clouded Marcus’ face as he retorted,

fury would

form, her back turned towards him. Her legs were held tightly together,

gaze, he turned towards the wardrobe to

demeanor, draped the shirt he’d just picked off the

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