Mark jerked his body upright, staggering to his feet. The throbbing pain in his chest was overwhelmed by the rage burning in his gut. He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then pointed his finger directly at the face of the man dressed entirely in black standing before him.
"Who are you?! How dare you meddle in my affairs!" Mark screamed hoarsely. His voice echoed, shattering the silence of the vast corridor.
Mark lifted his chin, forcing what remained of his composure to mask the tremors of anxiety in his head. "She's my wife! You have no right to interfere in our family affairs!"
Silently, Celine shifted quickly. She positioned her body, taking cover behind the stranger's broad back. Celine's spontaneous action instantly triggered a wave of mad jealousy in Mark's chest. His colossal ego crumbled as he watched the woman he believed to be Seren choose to trust a stranger instead.
