That stiffness only confirmed his suspicions.
Lance spun her around, but his hand was abruptly caught and held fast.
The woman was now only partially facing him.
"Let go," Lance growled at the man who held his wrist.
The man’s voice was cold and resonant, like ice cracking. "Do you have any manners, Mr. Smith?"
Lance was taken aback that he’d been recognized, but he was too furious to care. "You're asking me about manners? You brought another man's wife to a party. Is that polite?"
The man wore a plain black mask that seemed to absorb the light, making him appear mysterious and unreadable. Though Lance couldn't see his face, his commanding presence was undeniable. This was not someone to be trifled with.
But what did that matter? No one had the right to seduce his wife.
"You say this is your wife?" the man asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yes," Lance snapped.
The woman, also masked, flinched. "I… I'm not…"
Even her voice was Jessica’s!
Flames flickered in Lance’s eyes. He was standing right here, moments from revealing the truth, and she was still lying. Did she really think this man could protect her? When had they met? How far had things gone? Was this man the reason she was so determined to divorce him?



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