That was Edward Harper's hand.
That very hand had once explored every inch of her body, only to now be tightly holding another woman's hand.
Clara Knox curled up under the blanket, clinging to it tightly, struggling to breathe.
He was the kind of person who could easily make her feel deeply moved one day, and then leave her heart completely shattered the next.
He had already set off back to Capital City without telling her, while she foolishly worried about him being unaccustomed to hotel shampoo when washing his hair at night.
Aria Knight knew he was returning to Capital City today; as his wife, she had to learn about his schedule by checking other people's social media posts.
The countless promises he had made while pressing her beneath him still echoed in her ears, saying their marriage would be free of Aria Knight, and that he would handle his relationship with Aria Knight properly, but in the end, what happened?