Sylvie welcomed Wyatt with open arms like he was royalty.
She brought out plates of fruit and snacks, inviting everyone to sit and chat. Then she insisted Wyatt stay for dinner. I knew he would agree. In my past life, he had always treated Sylvie with a kind of respect he never showed me.
I was ready to grab my bag and bolt. I had no interest in playing along with this picture perfect family meal. But before I could escape, Sylvie grabbed my arm and yanked me into the kitchen. The moment the door clicked shut, her smile vanished completely. Her face turned stormy and dark.
"Who do you think you are, glaring at everyone like that?" she hissed at me. "You cannot even keep your own man in line. Pathetic, as usual."
She did not mention any names, but I knew exactly who she meant. Wyatt and
