Elisabeth's POV
Time froze. My body turned to stone as my brain struggled to process what I was seeing. Then suddenly, like a dam bursting, words exploded from my lips.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to walk in on anything."
Jefferson barely reacted. He glanced at the woman pressed against him with that same icy detachment I'd grown accustomed to seeing. His voice came out flat and commanding. "Leave. Now."
The woman was stunning. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in her own skin. Instead of looking embarrassed, she smiled with pure satisfaction. Her lips curved into a victorious smirk as she sauntered over to collect her purse, looking me up and down like I was dirt on her designer shoes. The contempt in her gaze screamed one message: This isn't finished.
