Harley’s P.O.V.
That voice, silken, sweet and perfectly rehearsed, rang through the already tense room, turning everyone’s heads towards her. Irene walked in confidently, her smile as radiant as ever.
Wearing a pristine Ivory dress that hugged her pregnant form like it was made for the show, she strolled into the room as she owned it. Eyes wide with innocence and confidence that felt like poison on my skin.
There mere sight of her was enough to make the room feel ten degrees colder!
Carlos’s grip loosened on my hand as he gawked at her, as if he wasn’t the one who invited her here. I jerked his hand away immediately, the sting of betrayal biting again even though I knew I had no right to feel it anymore. I stood up, my spine stiff with instinctive pride as my soul screamed in protest.
