Lina realized that not everything in her life went as expected. When she was a child, she wanted to live in a cozy house with a loving husband with rooms dedicated to her hobbies. She didn't picture the glamour of skyscrapers, the people that relied on her, or the crazy people trying to break up their relationship.
"You act like a discarded mistress. Grow up." Lina's own voice surprised her. In fact, the entire room was stunned.
They expected her to shout. To storm out. Or to fight her way inside. Instead, she remained by the doorway. Her lean silhouette was straight. Her shoulders back. Her eyes disapproving.
Lina was hurt. Priscilla's words felt too accurate. She could feel the thorns of doubt twist into her heart. She couldn't show the pain. Not here. Not in this office. Not when it was what Priscilla wanted to see.
