I am his wife, what about you?

Cindy kept her back to the approaching footsteps, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the sea. The tension in the air was palpable, and she knew that the moment she turned around, the peaceful atmosphere of the evening would shatter. But she couldn't avoid this confrontation forever. With a deep breath, she slowly turned to face the woman whose presence had already darkened her mood.

Gianna Logan stood a few feet away, her striking auburn hair catching the last rays of the setting sun. Dressed in a form-fitting dress that accentuated her tall, slender figure, she exuded confidence and a certain haughty elegance that could only come from a lifetime of privilege. Her lips were curled into a slight sneer, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of disdain and bitterness.