Chapter 9
Elena’s POV
I remained seated on the large sofa in the living room, the diamond wedding ring cold against my finger. The soft lights of the penthouse cast long shadows across the floor. Damien stood near the entrance with the other woman still on his arm. Her perfume filled the space, sweet and heavy.
She laughed softly at something, completely unaware of the tension that had just settled over the room.
Damien’s eyes met mine across the distance. For a long moment neither of us moved. Then the woman finally noticed me. Her smile faded as she looked me up and down.
“Oh,” she said, her voice light and amused. “So this is the wife.”
I did not answer immediately. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. I kept my posture straight and my expression calm even though everything ins
