As Antonio's driver pulled into the driveway of Angela's place, the sight of Damon's sleek black car parked in front of the house sent a chill down Angela's spine.

She felt her hands clam up as she gripped the edge of her seat, her breathing quickening.

“What is he doing here?

Bad timing Angela! Bad timing.

What am I going to do?”

She thought about trying to cover up her nervousness.

Antonio, on the other hand recognized that car and also restless, his mind racing with all the ways his own secret with Damon could come to light.

He shot a glance at Angela, who was already pale and trembling,...