ELENA
The cool air kisses my skin, peeling away the layers of heat from the embarrassment in the restaurant. I can only imagine the thoughts that are crossing everyone’s mind. Will Rosa make a big deal of it and somehow swing the conversation toward me being insecure?
I am not insecure, in fact, I don’t even know what is wrong with me. I exhale, letting my lungs expand. My feet move fast, carrying me away from the laughter, the judgment, and that sickening, possessive feeling that erupted from deep within me.
I’m grateful Drake doesn’t follow me. He stays back, probably handling the damage control. My rational mind whispers, Of course he wouldn’t. He’s surrounded by work, by people who need him. Why would he chase after the hysterical wife?
It was just one kiss that was born out of ex
