Elena’s Point Of View
I slammed the door to the guest room so hard the frame rattled, the echo biting through the silence like a whip. My chest rose and fell violently, breaths tearing out of me as if I’d been sprinting instead of walking. My hands shook, my skin was clammy, my throat raw from the words I hadn’t spoken aloud downstairs.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
As if tonight hadn’t already shredded me open in front of everyone at that damn party, now here I was cornered in my own house by her. That failed-surgery mannequin of a woman, glossy and smug, the mistress who’d been planted in our living room like some obscene centerpiece.
I pressed my back against the door and slid down until the cold wood kissed my spine. My trembling fingers reached for my phone, and before I could thi
