Abby POV
I stood still, refusing to glance in her direction. When I mentioned that the woman was insignificant in my life, I truly meant it.
"She isn’t worthy of my attention."
The one who does deserve it is the man in front of me. I observed his tension and how he tried to mask it, yet he remained fixated on my gaze. With all the innocence I could muster, I offered him a smile, knowing that deep inside, he was battling the tempest. My husband witnessed this, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
"Good evening, Veronica," he finally decided to greet her. “Welcome to the party.”
Welcome to the party?
I couldn’t help but feel curious as I lifted my head and caught sight of the woman, who looked stunning as ever, holding hands with a man whose face seemed somewhat familiar to her.
