Where Is Your Wife

Allen stood to the side, quietly observing the exchange. An inexplicable unease began to stir in his chest.

Still, he maintained his composure, outwardly relaxed, as Magnus and Chelsea traded contact information.

Once Magnus tucked his phone away, he finally turned to acknowledge Allen. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Leighton.”

Allen’s lips curved into a polite smile. “You know me?”

“How could I not?” Magnus replied. “I saw you at the last business function with your wife. Strange, she’s not here today.”

That single remark sent a ripple through Allen’s expression. Though fleeting, the shift in his face was unmistakable.