Alexia's POV
Oh, I was furious.
Beyond furious.
I was seething, actually.
But today? Today was not the day for tantrums. No. Today, I had a plan.
Aiden expected me to explode—to be the wild card in this situation, to stomp my way in, throw a fit, and embarrass him in front of his fancy rich people.
And normally? I'd do just that.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I was going to play his game.
I was going to be the picture of poise and sophistication, the kind of wife he probably wished I was. I was going to kill him with grace and perfection, and I was going to enjoy every second of watching him choke on it.
So, as I gracefully made my way toward Aiden and the mystery woman he was chatting with—the same one who had been keeping him so busy he forgot his own wife outside—I kept my face serene, my posture elegant, and my attitude flawless.