A flicker of something—was it fear?—crossed Elias’s face before his mask of arrogant control slammed back into place. He clearly didn’t understand, but he also couldn’t afford to show it. He interpreted my words as a threat, a wife’s dramatic, empty declaration. He couldn't conceive that it was a simple statement of fact.
"Don't be like that, Serena," he said, his voice dropping to a low, placating tone. "We're a team. We'll get through this, and then we'll be stronger than ever. I’ll see you at the venue."
He turned and walked out of the penthouse, leaving the scent of his expensive cologne and his monumental condescension hanging in the air. He was a man walking to his own coronation, utterly oblivious to the fact that the throne was about to be vaporized.
The moment the door clicked
