Suddenly, Mika Summers's heart thumped rapidly a few times, followed by a tightness and pain in her chest.
Three years ago, on the day they had registered their marriage, Tristan Grayson had spoken to her in this very same tone.
"Is it that nice to look at?"
"Of course! He's my husband, so naturally he's handsome. Besides, this is our first picture together! And it was taken on our wedding day, no less."
Back then, she had no idea that marrying him meant plunging into the depths of hell.
Her face was pale, but she did her best to remain calm.
'It was all in the past now. They were divorced, and soon, she'd be able to escape this life for good.'
Tristan Grayson noticed that her expression was a little off and was about to ask what was wrong, but just then, the phone in his pocket rang.
He could only swallow the words he was about to say, pulling out his phone to answer the call.
