Caine is a rich man

The restaurant doors swung open.

• You're making fun of me!

Kane followed her out, his steps heavy. Nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms, he looked as if the very air around him was tense. His red hair, sparsely streaked with white, was slightly tousled, and his eyes stared at the woman with cold fury.

• Say it again.

he said lowly

• I want to make sure I heard correctly.

The woman just chuckled.

— What exactly? That I'm tired of pretending? Or that you have too much money and too little brains?

Kane took a step closer.

• You cheated on me, you fake bitch.

• So what? - Did you really think someone could love you just like that?

She jerked her hand irritably, taking off the ring.

— You know what? I don't have to pretend to be your perfect wife anymore.

The ring fell right at his feet, clanking softly against the stone slab. She turned and walked away quickly, without even looking back. Kane stood. He looked at the ring. His fingers slowly clenched into a fist.

It turned out her "love" was measured by the numbers in his bank account. And also by other men, with whom she didn't particularly hide.

*He was about to get into the car when his attention was caught by a movement nearby.

• Koro walked along the sidewalk slowly, as if he was in no hurry. A thin man with yellowish-milk hair and an overly calm look in his blue eyes. He looked neat, almost soft - the type of person to whom, for some reason, the gaze is drawn *

• Just a couple of hours ago, one rich idiot finally saw the light and decided to break off contact with him, suddenly realizing that his “tender and caring” companion was too fond of expensive gifts and restaurants. *

• What a tragedy. *

• Koro wasn’t worried. Such men always came back, he could make even a damn straight man fall in love with him. It seems he found his target *

• And Kane... *

• Kane didn’t even realize yet that he had just met a man who could turn out to be much more dangerous than his ex-wife.