Hannah glances at her phone and grimaces. “I need to go,” she says reluctantly. “I’m supposed to be on set today.” Ares tenses, hearing the words she isn’t saying. If she’s expected to be on set, then she must have known long ago that she wouldn’t be on her honeymoon today. What kind of game is she playing, and how long is Ares going to let her get away with it?
This bitch has a personality disorded. She needs to be put down
