Chapter 77

Genevieve's heart churned as she watched her husband stare at Faye.

He had seen her brother trying to harass her and had watched how he gulped down the tea he held, even though he was with some guests, his eyes were not taken off her.

She was not mistaken anymore, the pictures had become clear. She were the one, she was the other woman, the other woman that dared her by going after her husband.

What pained her the most was the caring eyes with which her husband stated at her with, vexing at her brother as he could not excuse himself to go confront him for his actions, lest calling attention to himself.

She watched him, his reactions, his eyes, his expressions.

He had never looked at her with those eyes, not even one, not even when she had given birth to Maya for him.

He had always seen her as Genevieve, the wife that forced herself on him, and nothing more, nothing less.

Not even as a woman worth desiring, the way men she had been with always did.

The nights they had made out when her