Liam’s POV

No!

She can’t do this to me!

I screamed inwardly, tailing the black SUV where Aliya sat comfortably, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I’d watched her get into that fool’s car after what was supposed to be a dinner date. But what kind of man takes my Aliya to such a cheap, pathetic place?

As they pulled up before her gates, I parked farther off and watched him open the door for her—my woman—and the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. How dare he lay his filthy hands on what belongs to me?

How could Aliya even allow this...