Alexander POV
The surveillance footage plays on repeat on my laptop screen…
Elena pacing her room at two in the morning, back and forth like a caged animal.
She can't sleep and honestly, I don't care,
What irritates me is that she's making everything more complicated than it needs to be.
I pour another scotch, my third tonight, lean back in my leather chair and watch her finally sit on the edge of her bed.
Her head in her hands, she looks small on that screen, defeated, good, maybe she'll finally learn her place.
My phone buzzes…..
I check the calendar notification, back-to-back meetings tomorrow starting at seven, conference call with London at noon.
Then the charity gala next week with Elena.
We'll smile for cameras, play the perfect couple, pretend we don't hate each other.
