Married To My Billionaire Nemesis
EDEN
Jordan's wife, Lena, sits on the edge of the sofa, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears roll down her cheeks. She's younger than I expected. Maybe early twenties. She has tired eyes and is wearing a simple black dress that looks like it was thrown on in a hurry. She clutches a crumpled tissue in a tight grip.
I sit beside her, one arm around her shoulders, rubbing slow circles on her back the way I wish someone would do for me right now.