Alexander's eyes burned with rage, his heart having shattered a thousand, no—a million times over. He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving with fury as he glared at the woman he loved most.
He couldn't get over it. The woman he cherished had schemed her way into another man's bed.
He couldn't bear it—especially because that man was more handsome, richer, and held more power than him.
A man's dignity is not something to be trampled on. And in his heart, Aurora had crushed not only his pride but also his intelligence.
Aurora's lips trembled as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. So, in his eyes… she was that kind of woman?
"Alexander! Do you really not know what kind of person I am? Why won't you believe me? After all… I was in the same room as Everett before, and he never laid a finger on me. He even has a severe case of gynophobia. I thought he was looking for me because of something urgent, so I—"