Chapter Thirty

He stretched out his right hand, and I took it, my eyes fixating on the black scorpion tattoo encircling his wrist. It wasn't very clear since his sleeve partially covered it, but something about it felt familiar. Suddenly, my mind flashed back to Damien's tattoo. It bore a striking resemblance to the one before me.

Seems like he caught onto my long stare because he pulled his hand back real quick and let out a little cough. Trying to act all cool, I said, "I'm Ashley..." And he just nodded, like he knew exactly who I was. It made me chuckle a bit.

"It seems like you already know," I mumbled.

"Yeah, you're right. Being married to Damien Albrecht, it's totally possible," he said with a smile, which made me chuckle and feel a little embarrassed. How could I have possibly forgotten?

"Hmmm... yeah," I muttered softly, my voice barely audible, as I nervously scratched my neck, feeling embarrassed. But he just laughed it off, brushing it aside. His laugh seemed contagious but so sad I wasn