Noticing how sharp my gaze was, for a fleeting moment, I caught panic flashing in his eyes. He then waved a hand in front of me, testing my reaction. When I remained motionless, he sighed in relief.
"If one day I left you, what would you do?" I asked softly.
Panic gripped him again. He seized my hand tightly, his palm damp with sweat.
"Why are you asking this? Did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me?" he asked. “Don’t think like that, okay? I can’t live without you ...."
The panic in his voice, the unease in his expression and the worry in his eyes seemed genuine. However, I had seen with my own eyes that he and Ruby had sex in front of me. Was it really that hard to stay loyal to someone you love?
A sudden chime broke the tension. Austin’s phone vibrated on the table.
Instinctively, my eyes shifted to the screen. A message notification popped up, the sender was saved as “Ruby Baby.”
[Haven't you succeeded coaxing that blind woman yet? I'm dying to see you.]
My chest tightened as my gaze lingered on the next two images. It was a photo of Ruby sprawled provocatively on our bed. She was clad in scanty lingerie, her poses both suggestive and shameless.