“What the hell are you talking about?”
Harold let out a disbelieving breath.
“Don’t you know what’s all over the internet? The rumors of you having an affair with Celia?”
Magnus’s jaw tightened.
“You didn’t even bother to take the news down,” Harold continued. “You didn’t give Sophia an explanation. She’syourwife.”
His tone grew sharper.
“She should’ve been the first person you gave an explanation to. But instead, you stayed silent. You let the news spreadeverywhere. Now everyone knows that you’re having an affair with Celia. Of course Sophia chose to leave. What else did you think was going to happen? Sophia probably thinks you’re a fickle man.”
Silence filled the air.
“And don’t forget,” Harold added firmly, “your ex-girlfriend drugged and assaulted your wife. And you helped cover it up. You protected your ex instead of demanding consequences.”
His eyes locked onto Magnus.
“You didn’t explain anything. You didn’t comfort her. You didn’t even deny it. Instead of explaining yourself… you practically admitted in front of her that you knew all about it.”
Magnus stood there, frozen.
The anger in his eyes slowly shifted into something darker — something that looked dangerously close to realization.
Magnus frowned.
“What ex-girlfriend?” he demanded.
He looked genuinely confused.
Harold blinked, frowning.
“...Celia?”
Magnus stared at him.
“There are rumors,” Harold explained slowly, “that you and Celia were together in college. That you only ever had eyes for her and she left you before you could introduce her to your family… and that you’ve been waiting for her to come back ever since.”
Magnus closed his eyes.
His jaw tightened instantly. The muscles in his face flexed with tension. He lifted a hand to his forehead and rubbed it hard, as if trying to ease the pressure building inside his skull.
“So, she’s disappointed in me,” he muttered darkly, lowering his head.
His voice was rough.
“She’s hurt. That’s why…”
He exhaled sharply and turned his head slightly, regaining his composure.
Then his gaze shifted toward Timothy, who had been standing quietly against the wall, hands clasped behind his back.
“Timothy?”
Timothy immediately stepped forward. “Sir?”
Magnus’s eyes were cold now. Burning.
