Camellia's POV
I never expected to see Esmond and Hazel at the restaurant.
The moment I spotted them, it felt like an electric shock ran through my body.
So, last night when he rushed out, it was to see her. How pathetic.
Lyra growled in my mind, her anger and disgust palpable.
But my temporary mark? Silent. Dead.
It only made me more frustrated and sad about the mess my so-called mate bond had become.
Eugenia dragged me to a nearby café.
"He had Pinot Noir stains on his pants, looking like a neutered hyena," Eugenia sneered, stabbing her soufflé with a silver fork. "Honestly, I should've shoved that steak knife into his—"
The crystal glass refracted my shaky reflection. I twisted my wedding ring, cutting her off. "I sent out seven job applications yesterday."
Lyra flicked her ta
