Mason POV
Carina is sitting in the back of the car fuming. People curiously stared and whispered when I escorted her outside, but I could not care less. The humiliation and betrayal were too fresh to notice anything else.
She knew about Erica and what she was getting into when she married me. There were no false pretences and promises of romance and a happily ever after. How could she humiliate me like this? And then she has the audacity to be angry at me.
“Carina, we need to …”
“No!” she cuts me off brusquely, glaring at me. “I don’t want to talk.”
“But I do,” I say patiently.
“In front of Benedict?” She points to him. “Haven’t we displayed enough for tonight?”
“I don’t care,” I lose my temper. She is pushing me too far. “Let him hear, I have the right to know who Eli is.”
“That’s
