The party is like hell upon earth. People acting like they believe they are something important. All looking down upon me like a piece of dirt upon their shoes. I did not belong here, that much is evident. They do not want me here, that much is equally clear. Hunter barely acknowledges I am alive. Just the occasional sneer in my direction. Not even a word through the link. Any of the guests have to be questioning our marriage seeing him and I right now, don’t they? This is not how a married couple act, do they?
Hunter has that same casual and laid-back smile upon his face, drink after drink within his hand as he now has his arm slung around a woman I do not know while they sit upon one of the many sofas within the large lounge. Looking far too cosy for a married man in my opinion. But my
