"What are you doing here?"
"That hurts— I missed you"
Trent walked to the door to check who it was.
"Perfect. You're here— the husband"
"Who's this?" Trent asked, eyeing the man with the bouquet.
"He's—"
"Her boyfriend" the man replied, chuckling.
"He's not," she snapped.
Trent turned to the Man, "She never mentioned you."
If she had a boyfriend, why not choose him for the fake marriage? His chest tightened as he clenched his fist.
"I'm Trent Ackerman— the husband" he faked a smile.
"Zayn Volta," the man said, smiling. "Boyfriend."
"No. Ex-boyfriend," she snapped.
Trent exhaled, looking at them. What sort of bullshit is this?
Wait... Why does this bastard looks familiar?
Zayn Volta— Handler's Program. Same branch, graduated 5 years ago.
He picked his phone as it rang,
"Hello" he walked away to answer
"Good morning, Mr. Trent" Kimberly greeted from the other end.
"Good morning, Miss Kimberly. What's up?"
