Anna’s eyes locked onto Elena’s. Elena didn't just walk in; she swaggered, a sharp, jagged smile cutting across her face that screamed trouble.
“What a performance, don't you think?” Elena’s voice dripped with mock delight.
Anthony’s knuckles turned white as he balled his hands into fists.
“You introduce her to everyone as your girlfriend,” Elena continued, her voice rising to reach every corner of the room. “But why don’t I, your wife, get that same treatment?”
The room exploded into frantic whispers. Necks craned and eyes darted between the three of them. Elena soaked it in, chin held high. “Since we’re doing introductions: I am Elena Jeffery, Anthony’s wife. And that woman over there? She's just the mistress.”
Standing off to the side, Becky didn't hide her triumph; a slow, dark sm
