Everyone settled around the long dining table. Augustine quietly pulled out a chair for Anne. She smiled at him as she sat down. The exchange was intimate.
Across the table, Denis felt like he was about to explode.
Watching Augustine treat Anne with that kind of quiet care, seeing her respond with ease and affection—it hit him hard. His fists clenched under the table. The urge to punch Augustine square in the face, drag Anne into his arms, and declare to everyone that she still belonged to him was almost too much to contain.
Tania didn't miss the storm in his eyes. And it fueled her own resentment.
'What does she have that's driving both of them crazy?' she thought bitterly.
Needing to break the moment and desperate to pull Denis back to her, Tania suddenly clutched his arm. "Denis, I feel a little dizzy," she said weakly, wincing.
All heads turned her way.
