They whispered as I walked past them, their eyes darting away the moment I looked up. I had never felt so naked without taking off a single piece of clothing. James was gone, Brenda in his arms, and all that remained of my composure was a smear of lipstick and the echo of my threat.
I didn’t chase him. I didn’t apologize. I let the pity wash over me like rain, because pity was safer than respect.
“You made quite a scene,” a voice murmured behind me. Darius. I didn’t have to turn to know; his scent always arrived before his hands.
“You said you’d handle Jessica,” I said, still watching the door where James had disappeared.
“I will.” He moved closer, his tone almost amused. “But you’ve already handled yourself. Everyone in that room saw the cracks. James’s perfect little wife just destro
