Chapter Thirty Four

I had spent enough hours thinking about the woman who didn't surprise me and walked straight in my direction. None of the ladies were her target and she displayed it with unfiltered grace. She stood two feet from me and gave me her mean, judgmental eyes. And all the pictures I had painted of her and my husband resurfaced in my brain.

While I had hardly known about her, I was sure everyone knew about her very well. Maybe that's why all of them studied both of us as we stood facing each other. I had been conscious about my lean curves since the day Marianne told me I needed to be on a proper diet to look half as presentable as the other billionaire wives. I had accepted her remark, consumed it and had been working on a strict diet ever since.

But none of it had made me as self conscious as Shelly. She was a few inches taller than me and her body had to be the perfect fit for a Victoria secret model. Beautiful as she was, the twist on her lips surely made her look very evil.

Everyone was