"Hello, husband." Rosella's voice echoed like velvet woven through a funeral hymn.
Gasps rippled through the crowd that was gathered, their alarmed and intrigued eyes darting to the punched mature man, the pretty young lady and the mature woman claiming to be his wife.
Luzon froze at the sound of his wife's voice, his blood draining as he slowly turned around to face her.
"Rosella?!" His chest tightened at the sight of his children flanking their mother, each one of them glowering murderously at him. His gaze flickered back to his wife, his tone accusatory.
"W...what are you doing here? A...and why are they here too?"
"Oh no....busted." Someone cried out as Rosella replied to her husband.
