Although weak, I mustered the energy to find him, knowing he’d be at his usual spot.
He was there, lounging comfortably with a group of prestigious young men, his elegance as striking as ever.
Sybil sat beside him, playfully handing him drinks.
She wore our wedding ring. Javier noticed me staring and, with a casual air, waved it off. "What are you looking at? It’s just a little trinket I gave her to play with. Don’t take it so seriously."
“If you want one, I can get you another. It’s just cheap; don’t act like it means more than it does."
Was it our wedding ring, or had he given it to someone else?
And there, in front of everyone, he ground my dignity into the dirt.
It wasn’t the first time I had been in this kind of situation.
“So you made it back, huh? I thought you wouldn’t and I’d already told my mother to get your body,” Javier said, his eyebrows arched in mock surprise. He flashed a playful smile, his expression oozing careless charm.
I turned my cold stare to Sybil Jones and, without a second thought, slapped her across the face.
Javier didn’t stop me. He merely rested his chin on his hand, watching with a lazy smile. “Sybil, apologize to my wife.”