The murmurs in the hall were deafening, but none dared raise their voice too loud. All eyes remained locked on the towering figure standing at the center of the ballroom, one hand gripping tightly the delicate palm of the woman beside him—his wife, Melissa.
Alec’s dark, commanding presence held the room captive, his words slicing through the air like the coldest blade. “Why are you all staring at her so curiously?” he asked, eyes scanning the room. “You’ve all seen her before. She worked here… remember? For three days.”
The crowd listened, still, not a soul blinking.
“She said a lot in those three days. Told me I’m no human. Said I have no heart. No feelings. That I’m a stain on humanity.” He chuckled bitterly, the sound echoing off the marble walls. “And then… she slapped me. Not once.
