Under the Veil I Rule
Chapter 128

Finnian knew he had to leave. No matter how thick-skinned he might be, Amara's cold dismissal was impossible to ignore.

He shot a frosty glare at Keith, then turned and left without uttering a word. Outside, the early autumn breeze hit him, but instead of clearing his head, it only added to his confusion.

He realized his previous mistake. The man frequently visiting Amara wasn't Lucian at all; it was Keith. And that unexpected visit which forced him to hide in the closet? That was Keith too!

The whole thing had seemed odd. If they were just friends, even in the entertainment industry, why would he need to hide? It was not like he was the type to gossip about a celebrity hanging out with ordinary folk. That would be ridiculous. She had no reason to stay alert around him!

Now when he pieced everything together, it all made sense. Amara, who seemed so gentle, reserved and obediently sensible, was far from traditional. She had been quietly betraying him all along.

In the dim light of the night, Finnian sat sulkily in his car, driving silently. Perhaps due to the anger within him seething in an increasing manner, his foot pressed harder on the pedal, the car gaining speed dangerously close to the limit.

He finally made it back to his own apartment before breaking any speed limits. This was the place he had moved into with Amara three years ago when they got married.

The apartment, a sprawling over 2,400 square feet, was decorated in sleek, sophisticated shades of gray—his favorite style. He used to love the place, not just for the apartment itself, but the decor and ambiance.

But today, as he stormed inside with a face like thunder, nothing looked right anymore.

There was a shelf crammed with knick-knacks to the side. With a swift motion, Finnian knocked it over. The crash of breaking ornaments echoed.

Stepping over the wreckage, he collapsed onto the sofa, his mind replaying the earlier scene. The rage inside him burned fiercely, with nowhere to vent.

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Dorian, calling from outside. "Finn, you home? Why aren't you picking up your phone?"

Finnian walked over and opened the door. "What are you doing here? Weren't you with Elysia?"

"Yeah, but we fought again after you left. She drives me nuts. You busy tomorrow morning? Let's have a drink."

Dorian waved the bottle of whiskey he'd brought along. As he entered, Dorian paused, eyebrows raised at the scene before him-the fallen shelf and the chaos of shattered pieces. "What happened here? Who ticked you off?"

It was clear this wasn't an accident. No one else would dare cause such a mess in

Finnian's home. It was obvious Finnian himself had done it.

Finnian kicked aside some broken ceramics and led Dorian to the living room. Once they were settled on the couch, Finnian spoke flatly, "Amara has someone else."

Dorian had suspected as much from Finnian's earlier conversations with Elysia back at his place, but hearing it confirmed was still a shock. His frown grew deeply. "Amara O cheated?"

"Pretty much."

Finnian's handsome face was clouded with darkness.

"Dump that flirtatious woman already," Dorian said in a stern tone. "If your grandpa tries to push you to patch things up, tell him everything. Don't just suffer in silence.

Finnian didn't respond, but the stormy look on his face was enough to keep anyone at bay.