Seraphina's POV
Mortimer's chest was heaving, his face a mask of barely contained fury.
He probably thought bringing in the Greens would earn him some kind of "husband of the year" award.
In his head, he was the hero. In mine? He was just a lead actor in a play he'd staged to save face after letting Vivian run wild for too long.
His handsome face was turning a shade of bruised purple, and he looked like he wanted to bite through my indifference.
Then, he let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Seraphina, I never realized you were so good at psychological torture."
I looked him dead in the eye. I wanted to tell him: I used to be soft because I loved you. Now? You're just background noise.
But my upbringing won out. I wasn't going to pull a "Vivian" and start a scene in front of Edwin.
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