I WAS about to leave the house when I ran into Zade, who had his arm around a new girl. His brow furrowed slightly when he saw how dressed up I was as I prepared to go out. "Hey, woman. Where are you going? Meeting with your lover?" Zade asked, frowning. Really? Asking me that? Obviously, I'm going to work! Wow, the audacity of this man. Lover? Damn, between the two of us, he's the one with a mistress. What a man. "So, what if I am?" I replied, rolling my eyes at him and was about to continue walking when he suddenly yanked my arm roughly, making me wince in pain. He let go of the girl and directed his attention toward me, signaling her to go inside. She followed obediently, giving Zade a sultry look. She even subtly stroked his chest. Shameless. Zade faced me and glared before speaking. "Don't you dare tarnish my last name with your whoring, Biana," he said sharply, tightening his grip on my arm. "Idiot. If anyone is staining your precious last name with promiscuity, it's you,
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