(PENNY’S POV)
The IWC Schaffhausen lady’s wristwatch I had on my left hand read two AM.
My marital home was eerily quiet when I managed to make it to the front door and limp my way in after opening it. And so, you can imagine just how scared I was when I finally made it to the living room only to find Fabian sitting in the darkness, sipping scotch in a glass.
I won’t lie, my gasp of fear felt more like a mangled scream.
“Fabian! You scared me. What are you doing sitting in the darkness like that?” I asked him as I stared at his barely visible features in the dimly lit space.
His expression was unreadable in the dim light, and at my question, the glass of scotch he held halfway to his lips paused their little journey, and time stood still as he c****d his head to look up at me.
“Wher
