Owned by my husband’s boss
Elena whispered, her voice trembling.
She stood in a dimly lit study, facing Mr. Jeffery—Anthony’s father. Mr. Jeffery leaned back in his leather chair, a chilling smile playing on his lips as he studied her.
“You know, Elena, I’m starting to think bringing you back was a mistake,” he said, his voice smooth but cold. “You had one job. Win Anthony’s heart again. I gave you more than enough money to make it happen, yet you failed.”
“I tried!” Elena cried, her eyes wide with terror. “I did everything I could, but it was too late. He loves that girl. He doesn’t feel anything for me anymore.”