"Have you fallen for my husband?" Elleanor asked in a cold and suspicious tone as she closely watched Nevaeh, awaiting her answer.
Elle had not imagined herself there asking such a question. She had come there because she was livid and in pain, but here she was asking such a question while feeling immense pain and anger, and overwhelming sadness.
She need not wait long for Nevaeh to answer, as her trembling lips, fluttering lashes, and darting eyes, all confirmed her suspicion. Fear and guilt formed a mist in her eyes, and therein lies the answer she needed.
Nevaeh has indeed fallen for another man.
