ASTRID’s POV

‘The real reason why he came here? What does he mean by that? What reason?’

I pushed his hands away from my shoulders, tried leaving the room but he pulled and held me back. His grip around my neck tightened and our faces were so close to each other, but he pushed his face away and let go of me.

“You can go, Astrid, sorry for bringing you up here, but I know that my view about your husband isn’t a lie.. He..’ he inhaled softly, turned around, pushed both of his hands into his pocket, and shook his head. “He is not what he portrays himself to...