Directly ahead, at the other end of the aisle, Khloe stood beside a man. The two of them were pressed close to the side of a shopping cart.
Her arm wrapped around his waist. Her smile was soft, warm, and radiant. He, in turn, looked down at her with gentle eyes, his tall, commanding frame holding her securely against him.
They were utterly absorbed in each other, shifting their attention from the fruit jelly in her hand to one another, lost in a world of their own.
Khloe laughed freely, unable to hide her joy, cheeks flushed with a natural glow. She looked so breathtaking that Trey blinked, certain he must have mistaken someone else for her.
She was even more beautiful than the first time they met back in college.
The man beside her seemed equally delighted by her presence. He took the jelly from her hand and, with a playful grin, added an entire row of them into the overflowing shopping cart.
Khloe grasped his hand as if to stop him, yet neither of them suppressed the smiles tugging at their lips.
He stroked her hair, leaned in, and brushed his cheek against hers, while Khloe looked at him from a forty-five-degree angle, eyes shimmering like starlight.
One person was being indulgent, the other, shy. It was as if they were the only ones in this world.
Trey should have stormed forward, anger and humiliation spurring him into action. Instead, he felt his limbs go numb, frozen in place.
He refused to admit it.
These two were...perfect for each other. From their appearances to their poise, they were made for one another. Even passing strangers couldn't help but pause, stealing glances of envy.
So Khloe's man really existed. She had...truly fallen for someone else.


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