The short-term parking lot at the airport had a strict thirty-minute limit.
As the deadline approached, the driver finally broke the heavy silence, nervously glancing back at Sebastian.
"Mr. Hayes, our time limit is almost up," he prompted carefully. "If you'd like to wait longer, I can move the car to the long-term garage."
The words seemed to snap Sebastian out of his trance.
Following Helena all the way here was a momentary lapse in judgment—an absurd detour.
What did it matter who her husband was?
It had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Lowering his gaze, his tone turned cool and detached. "Let's head back."
"Right away, sir," the driver answered, eager to comply.
As the car slowly reversed out of the spot, a movement caught Sebastian's eye.
He saw Julian Campbell.
And walking right beside him was Helena.
Julian had her hand securely tucked into his, his eyes resting on her with undeniable tenderness.
For a split second, the scene overlapped with his memories, and he genuinely believed he was looking at the Helena from his past.
But when she turned her head, revealing her face clearly under the harsh lights, reality set back in.
This wasn't the woman he knew.
So, Julian Campbell's mysterious wife was Helena Wallace?
Sebastian's eyes darkened into a predatory gaze.
Without him even realizing it, his hands curled into tight fists.
The revelation was certainly unexpected.
But outwardly, he maintained his flawless composure.


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