Melinda's POV
Cliff's gaze fell on the third set of tableware, his eyes growing colder and his voice deep and icy as he asked, "Where is Vanya?"
"Vanya?" Derrick looked at Cliff with confusion, "Alpha Cliff, why are you asking us where your wife is?"
"Don't play dumb. Melinda just saw Vanya here. Where did she go?" Cliff's tone was filled with obvious annoyance.
"Melinda? Who?" Derrick looked at me.
Then, as if suddenly realizing, a look of enlightenment appeared on his face, "So it's you. Why would you make up rumors about us for no reason?"
"I'm not making things up. I saw it with my own eyes!" I raised my voice, trying to defend myself.
But inside, I felt a bit guilty. After all, my words were half true and half false.
I glanced at Cliff. His eyes held a hint of doubt, but more
