He paused when he reached the walk-in closet. Curiosity piqued, he slid the doors open. Inside, one half was filled with clothes that clearly belonged to Han Xin. The other half, however, caught his attention. There were clothes that perfectly shaped a woman's figure, along with a striking red robe that glimmered softly in the light.
Xiang Yu sneered at the sight. These clothes had been prepared for the so-called wife. He reached out to touch the soft fabric of the robe, feeling its luxurious texture slide beneath his fingers. An idea began to form, and he couldn't suppress the sly smile that crept across his face.
When Han Xin returned home, he thought he would find Xiang Yu waiting in the living room, but when he opened the door, he found the room empty. A frown creased his brow. He felt a flash of irritation at himself. He had been impulsive in leaving Xiang Yu alone.
