Elena Pov
I stood at the end of the stairs, my movement still as I looked at the two figures who looked clearly intimate sitting on the couch. I felt my heart bleed with anger and sudden pain and all the anticipation I had felt while coming down all disappeared.
The confidence I had built all left me, and all that remained was confusion and pain as I just stared at the lady who had her hand on Marcus's lap and her body resting on his as she acted soft.
My lips pursed into a tight line, my head lowered and I didn't make a sound. Instead, I stood there, but my eyes had turned sore from the unshed tears that I had to force back. My sweaty palms clenched tightly, and my heart felt so uncomfortable.
My lips trembled but I couldn't even speak.
The gentle voice of the lady whom I recognise
