Lucas ended the call without another word. He put down his phone and rubbed his face with both hands. His eyes closed.
Behind all that firmness and cold commands, his chest felt heavy. He knew what he had ordered was no small matter. But his anger toward Veronica hadn't subsided. Not only because the woman had dragged Haisley into a filthy scandal, but because Veronica had dared to touch the most precious thing in his life his wife.
Veronica had crossed the line. And Lucas was not the type of man who would let anyone touch what belonged to him without consequences.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Haisley was still staring blankly. Memories of the past with Veronica returned to haunt her. Their laughter. The beautiful memories that now felt like betrayal.
She walked slowly toward the bathroom, turned on the warm water tap, and tried to wash her body, and her mind. But water couldn't cleanse the wound now etched deep within her.
