"That b***h has to be up there. Just you wait if it really is you, Elena," Victoria hissed.
Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the steering wheel. She had purposely turned off the car engine and settled in to wait.
Five hours dragged by. By the time the sun had dipped below the horizon and the city streetlights flickered to life, Victoria was still holding her vigil like a starving predator.
She willingly endured the stifling heat trapped inside the car.
Yet, Julian Wardana was not a man easily read. From behind the glass window of his top-floor corporate penthouse, he gazed down into the courtyard.
A faint, mocking smirk played across his handsome features as he spotted Victoria’s car parked precisely where it had been since midday.
He intentionally let his wife play the par
