Damien’s pov
I could barely breathe.
Everyone was staring at me. Whispering…pointing.
"That's Damien Blackwell. He was married to her."
"I heard he treated her terribly."
"Serves him right. Look at her now."
I wanted to disappear into the floor. Mother was having a complete meltdown at our table.
And me? I just stood there watching Elena dance with Caleb Harding like she wasn’t a married woman.
"Damien." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Victoria.
"We need to talk. Now."
"Not now."
"Yes now." She dragged me into an empty hallway. "Do you understand what just happened? Do you know who your wife really is?"
"Was. She’s not my wife anymore."
"She's Elena Sterling! The Sterling heiress! Her family is worth billions, Damien. BILLIONS. And you treated her like a servant."
Each word w
