ELENA
The tension between me and Rodriguez was palpable. Victor came as a saviour, or god help me, I would have gone for that man's throat right then and there.
How could my husband be so clueless about the situation we were in?
Because you haven't told him about this truth Elena, my subconscious mocked me.
"Mr Rodrigues please come this way. We have more people to meet." Victor guided the old man away.
Rodrigues looked relieved to walk away from me. My chest was burning, and the bitter taste of hatred and disgust was still strong in my mouth.
"What happened?" Devon finally asked, sensing something was wrong.
I shook my head. "Nothing much. I am just... I need something to drink."
He glanced around and called a server, who was serving drinks.
Devon picked up a non-alcoholic one and gave it to me.
"We don't want drunk Elena try to rip off my clothes in public, do we?"
