202. Athena
I hated this woman and I still didn't know why I was entertaining her as I looked at her like the i***t she was.
I studied her, my eyes sweeping over every inch of her flawless features. She was breathtakingly beautiful, tall, and elegant—something about her presence made my stomach tighten with unease. I clenched my fists harder, my nails digging into my palms.
I was jealous and that wasn't good.
Looking at her, I could see why Lorenzo loved her before. But the question was, why did she disappear to reappear on the night of our wedding?
Lorenzo had made it clear—painfully clear—that I was the only one who mattered; that she was nothing but a fragment of his past, an obstacle he was trying to get rid of. He didn't tell me much after I woke up, only that this woman was ling
