Sitting inside the leather luxury cabin of his supercar, Michael closed his eyes tightly, leaning his heavy head back against the leather headrest.
Considering that the official date of their wedding was rapidly approaching, he had initially driven out tonight with the sole intention of having a definitive, transparent conversation with Erica Jones.
He had reasoned that if this marriage was truly an unavoidable political destiny, and she remained fiercely resolved to tie herself to him, then for the sake of honoring his mother's wish and ensuring everyone lived peacefully, he would completely surrender his lingering attachment to Evelyn.
Yet, the sickening scene he had just witnessed inside that apartment left a foul, repulsive taste in his throat.
This was the immaculate, devoted woman he was supposedly forced to marry due to a compromised night several years ago.
