That smirk on Lyra's lips, it made Estelle's stomach twist. God knows how much she hated it. The smugness written all over her face as if she had the world at her fingertips and as if she had won, she hated it so badly.
Estelle shifted her gaze from her and locked eyes with Blaise. Her voice was low, but it was filled with rage. "Why is she here?"
Blaise's brows pulled together as his jaw tightened. "I asked you a question" he shot back, his tone was sharp. "And why do you care about why she's here?"
Estelle's anger spiked instantly. She took a few deliberate steps forward until she was standing right in front of him. Her chin tilted upward and her eyes blazing as they met his. "It seems like you've forgotten that we're still married, Blaise. You bringing your cheap mistress into this house…" she let out a bitter laugh, "…shows just how little you value me. Or tell me…have you ever valued me before?"
