Sarah
I stride confidently towards Helen, my head held high to show her that I am in control. However, inside, I am trembling with anxiety.
Confrontation has never been my strong suit, and the thought of confronting my husband's new lover leaves me feeling helpless. I take a deep breath and pray for strength as I approach her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
"Helen, right?" I purr, sidling up next to her, careful not to spill my drink. "You're looking absolutely ravishing tonight. What, are you trying to seduce Vincent or something?" My words are playful, but my eyes betray a hint of challenge.
Helen turns to me with a knowing smirk, taking in my question without missing a beat.
"Sweet Sarah," she whispers teasingly, "I'm just keeping dear Vincent entertained for the night
