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The living room was adorned with intricate patterns representing the seat of honor, with heavy drapes pulled back.
The door was not locked, and the thick wooden door opened gently.
With every step, Anna Jadwin felt as if she was treading on a knife's edge.
At a glance, she saw the man on the luxurious bed, his upper body exposed, his arms intimately wrapped around the woman.
The woman nestled beside him, her long, disheveled hair covering her face, her body adorned with conspicuous love bites.
Anna Jadwin's limbs felt numb, her blood cold.
Standing beside the bed, she stared at Wayne Bailey's handsome sleeping face, his long lashes like dense grass, his hand gripping the woman's shoulder still wearing the ring of the Devil's Kiss.
Anna Jadwin should have turned around and left at once, but her feet seemed nailed to the floor.
She tasted the heart-wrenching pain of betrayal!
She wasn't his wife, yet she felt the pain of catching someone cheating in bed-