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Angelo stood there, his wife held tightly in his arms, she had been coming down the stairs when her heel had broke sending her falling down the stairs if he had not caught her in time, Her body was pressed against his, both her hands resting on his chest firmly to steady herself, his expression was cold, she snapped her eyes open when she heard his voice echoing in her mind. Everyone of his filthy thoughts about her had flooded mind, “She’s touching me, God, she is touching me, After three years of keeping my hands to myself, she falls into my arms smelling like vanilla and jasmine, Don’t pull her closer, Don’t. You’ll scare her.” Her eyes immediately searching his face but his lips had never moved, that same steeled expression sat across his handsome features, his devilish eyes locked with hers, she had recognized his voice the second her fingers gently running across the fabric of his shirt. “She looks like a mouse that’s been caught, god. She’s staring at me.” She coughed before pushing herself away from him. Tucking the folder that held the divorce papers behind her back hiding it, it was all over the news billionaire scandalous late night rendezvous with mysterious blonde. She had married him as an arranged marriages held by their families, unknowing that he had arranged it himself, she was holding onto her pride.