Elena
Any normal wife would have been jealous, angry, even hurt over catching her husband and another woman alone together in such a compromising state. Tiffany had her hand on Killian’s chest, her head tilted back as if to kiss him, her long lashes half-lidded. They were close. Far too close for mere colleagues.
But I wasn’t a normal wife anymore. I never had been, really, now that I looked back on it. And so, when I saw them together, I felt nothing other than an urge to roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.
Even with Natalie gone—at least for now, until her ultimate “rebirth”—Killian would always choose someone else over me. If it wouldn’t be Natalie, his first true love who could never do wrong, it would of course be Tiffany.
After all, Tiffany was the woman who
