Jealousy hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning. My knees buckled, and I reeled to the couch, still in disbelief at what I saw.
Did Natalia and Grey had sex in his office? The thought tightened the knots in my stomach, then drained the color off my cheeks.
I chewed on my bottom lip while my eyes watered with tears.
“Damn you, Grey Bradford!” I clenched my hands into tight balls as a choke back a sob.
Though I told myself, I didn’t care what my husband does with Natalia, but it doesn’t mean it won’t hurt inside. He’s a selfish, insensitive jerk. But dear God, I still love him.
My throat had gone dry as a desert. I found myself looking at the glass of unfinished wine on the table.
Drink. Drink. Drink.
A siren’s enticing voice chanted in my ears. I found myself unable to resist the urge. As though my hand had a mind of its own, I picked up the glass, then drained it straight away.