Chapter 238 - The Angry Wife

The dining room, once a sanctuary of golden light and herbal aromas, now felt like a battlefield strewn with the remnants of a shattered meal. The roast chicken sat half-carved, its crispy skin cooling into a sad, untouched crispness. Steamed vegetables wilted in their porcelain bowls, and the warm bread had gone stale in the heavy silence. Eliana Bennett stared at the empty chair where Rafael Vexley had stormed away moments ago, her slender fingers still gripping the edge of the table as if it could anchor her against the tide of anger surging through her veins. Her warm brown skin flushed with emotion, and her expressive honey-brown eyes brimmed with unshed tears that she refused to let fall—not here, not yet. The air was thick with the scent of rosemary and betrayal, and her stomach twisted in knots, any trace of hunger evaporated like mist under a scorching sun.