(Almira’s POV)
I sipped my wine as I tried to ignore the tension that’s currently filling the room.
I didn’t sign up for this.
"Lysander, explain this!" Rachelle shouted. It was so loud that you could hear her voice echoing off the stone walls. She frantically looked at me like she was trying to kill me with just her eyes. I looked at her boredly. She thinks I have time for her ridiculous accusations?
Embarrassed, Lysander stood up from his seat to stop his wife from making a scene. I gave both of them a bored look. Am I really supposed to hear all of this right now? "This is none of your business, Rachelle. You shouldn’t be here. And why are you even home so early?"
Rachelle looked at him in disbelief. She must not be expecting Lysander to lash at her like that.
A part of me wants t
