Philip Shaw walked slowly toward their bedroom.
He knew Aldana Candi would be in the room; after all, in this place, she had nowhere else to go.
The voice of Vivianne Lindsay echoed in his ears.
"You keep doing this, you'll die."
"The weaker you become, the easier it will be for others to kill you."
"You've been ruined by that woman, she'll be the death of you."
He stopped at the door, looking down at his palm.
He never felt the departure of power; he was at the height of his life now, at the peak of his power and authority. If this was considered weak, then probably not many in this world could be called strong.
But indeed, there was a place in his heart that had softened because of this woman's presence.
Was this a bad thing?
In a confined space, no one had the right to comment.
He pushed the door open but didn't see Aldana Candi's silhouette, his heart skipped a beat, and an undetectable panic welled up from within his chest, making his heart feel stifled.
