Now, here I was, back on a set where she was part of the "trusted cast."
What a plot twist! The Man, his wife, and his lover. All present here.
Perfect.
I did not want to face her. Not now, when I was even struggling to keep my face composed.
I kept biting my lips trying to calm myself, but nothing seemed to calm my racing mind.
Becka, on the other hand, wore that same confident smile she always did as if life was just a runway, and she owned every inch of it.
Her hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was flawless.
Something sparked inside me. Why does she have to be so...perfect?
It was not like she was the only beautiful woman on this freaking planet, but the way she carried herself made her different from every one of them. Even me.
I gulped down the lump formed in my throat. It seemed to accept, but seeing her now standing beside him made overwhelmed for some stupid reason.
They looked like a power couple, as if they were meant to stand beside each other.
