Chapter 9

It was already 11:00 pm by the time Zachary regained consciousness. When Zachary saw the glass of water by his bedside, placed there by the housekeeper, he misunderstood and couldn't hide the way he lit up with joy. Despite the discomfort he felt, he stepped out of the room, eager to find me. But when he made it up the spiral staircase to the rooftop terrace with sweat clinging to his brow, he was greeted by the sight of Christopher and me locked in a passionate kiss. His heart twisted in pain. Zachary's lips were pale as he charged forward to grab Christopher by the collar. "What are you doing to Keira?" At this point, Zachary could no longer fool himself into thinking Christopher was just the boy next door. "Who gave you the right to touch my wife?" Christopher scoffed, amused. "Your wife? Zachary, have you ever treated Keira like a wife you actually cared about?" "You!" Before Zachary could continue to lash out, the hot-tempered Christopher slammed a fist into Zachary's le