Anna's fingers tightened around the fork, her grip unsteady as a wave of dizziness swept over her. Her frantic thoughts spiraled at an alarming speed, each one colliding into the next in a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation.
No... it can't be him. He's not the only one who wears that cologne, right? I'm imagining things. That's all. I must still be shaken from my encounter with Susanne.
She forced herself to take a slow, steady breath, trying to dispel the unease creeping through her veins. But the moment she exhaled, the scent hit her again—stronger, closer.
Her stomach clenched as realization struck.
Whoever wore that cologne had just taken a seat at the table next to hers.
"Why did you ask me out here for lunch? This place is way too far from my office." The deep, unmistakable voice made her entire body go rigid.
There was no doubt now.
Robert Hyde.
Her ex-husband.
The blood in her veins turned to ice.
