"What the hell is going on?" Rowan mumbled and turned to Morris again. "That rich sugar daddy of hers… Is that Justin?"
"Go and ask him," Morris replied, a smirk on his lips widening.
"Of course I need to ask him. She is married, and he can't keep a married woman with him like this. It's totally bad for his image and his future. Where the hell is her husband to leave her here like this?" He stood up and went to the dining table, his expression grave.
"Justin, I need to talk with you." Rowan approached them, not even sparing a glance at Natalie.
Justin looked at him and then back at Natalie, who had just finished drinking water. "Natalie, this is my friend Rowan Lawson," he said before looking back at Rowan. "And this is Natalie, my wife."
Rowan felt like the ground beneath him had vanished entirely, and he was falling into an unending abyss.
"What… did you say…?" Rowan asked in disbelief. "Your wife? Did she divorce her husband to be with you?"
