Elena's POV
The photograph burns into my vision even after Alexander lowers his phone…. Me and Marcus sitting across from each other at that café, our hands touching on the table.
"Care to explain this?"
Alexander's voice is cold, businesslike, like he's addressing an employee who missed a deadline rather than confronting his wife.
My mouth goes dry….
I try to find words that will make this better, but I know nothing will
"It was just lunch, we talked about my literacy foundation, about potential partnerships for children's programs.”
"I don't care what excuse you've prepared," he cuts me off.
"You lied about where you were going, you met with a man behind my back, that violates our arrangement."
Something inside me snaps, four years of biting my tongue, four years of swallowing
