–Damon–
Cold. Her approach was like an endless winter storm.
My Ice Queen.
My wife.
When Laura cried, I knew this wasn't the party she expected. Grandma Olivia hugged her tightly, apologizing for not holding back. Everyone in this family wanted that woman dead.
"It was too much," I told my wife. "But you were sexy and dominant." I grinned, wrapping my arms around her like a giant koala clinging to a tiny tree trunk.
"Hmm." She hummed the way she always does—elegant, calm, calculative.
I noticed the chubby maid carefully placing an unopened bottle of water on the table, gently twisting the cap before handing it to Laura, who took it with trembling hands.
"I was so afraid earlier," Laura whispered. "I thought the whole party would be ruined. But… at least the kids had fun."
"Not their mother," my wife sighed. "This is my fault."
