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(XANDER'S P.O.V.) I watched the trail of blood and began to leave. Just when I grabbed my shirt to leave, Laura held my hand from behind. I turned around and looked at her enquiring, "What is it, now?" She covered herself with the silken blanket and asked with a bitter smile evident on her face, "Who was she, Xander?" "My wife, Niti," I spoke in a breath. She stood up and walked towards me with heavy steps as she asked, again "... Then, who am I to you?" I grinned as I began to leave and clarified, "My w***e, who I pay handsomely for her services." Her mouth was wide opened, but I couldn't care less. As I stepped out of the room, I swore I heard a sob. But I had to get to Niti. "Why?" I wondered. It was as if my body was pulling towards her on its own. Like a transparent force exert