"Arzhen… now, with her pregnancy, you can force the divorce. Like this, you will finally be free… and we… we can…"
Ruby let the sentence trail off, hanging in the air like perfume. We can finally be together.
Cecilia watched. Ruby's timing was, as always, impeccable. The demure clasp of the sleeve. The wide, earnest eyes. The way she positioned herself just slightly behind Arzhen, as though she were his support rather than his puppeteer.
Cecilia would have applauded if her cheek were not still stinging and her mouth were not still bleeding.
Arzhen, for his part, looked the part of the wronged husband beautifully. The suit helped. It was an immaculate thing. Dark, tailored, cut to emphasize the breadth of his shoulders and the trim line of his waist. It made him look taller, more handsome, more important. Everyone would've appreciated the view.
"This is your fucking fault."
