André's POV

I saw the way her eyes rippled, and I slowly released the grip on her face.

I wanted to just swoop on her lips angrily and kiss my anger away.

I wasn't angry at her but at that bastard that she had stayed with.

Did I trust him?

No.

I knew men. I knew how low they could sometimes stoop, especially for someone as beautiful as my mate. I was scared to lose her, and I didn't want anyone to take advantage of her.

There was no way that I could believe that he had stayed this ...