**Elena’s POV**
“Yes, Elena. Your lovely husband, the man you think is a saint, has been f*****g another woman.”
The words didn't just hurt; they felt like a blow to my chest. My skin crawled. I shook my head hard, trying to shake her words away like they were pieces of filth.
The woman standing in front of me was a stranger. This wasn't Lucia, who used to share her secrets with me. This wasn't the girl who ate at the same table with me and sometimes slept in the same bed with me. This person had cold, dead eyes and a mouth full of poison.
“You’re lying,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my lungs felt as if they were collapsing. “You’re just trying to hurt me. I don’t know why, but you’re making this up.”
She didn't look offended; instead, she looked amused. She sto
