Elena should never have agreed to meet Damian.
She knew that before she even left the house.
She had been sitting in the living room that morning when her phone rang. His name had appeared on the screen, and for several seconds, she had simply stared at it.
Then she answered.
“Hello?”
“Elena.”
His voice was still the same.
Smooth. Familiar. Almost too comfortable.
“What do you want, Damian?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“I know you do not want to see me, but just give me ten minutes.”
“No.”
There was a brief silence.
Then Damian said, “I know who your husband really is.”
Elena's fingers tightened around the phone.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know about Adrian. I know what he does. I know his position in Blackwood Empire.”
Her stomach tight
