ELENA
Don't even ask me what happened after I finally revealed my intention to Devon. Nonetheless and after a load of fuss, he was now sitting opposite his father at the other end of the table with me on his left side.
Either Madison was oblivious to the thick tension in the air or was good at pretending as if she was the only person smiling and passing every bowl and dish on the table to her son as if his wife kept him starving for seasons.
I agree that I couldn't cook, but that didn't mean I kept Devon on empty stomach.
'It's okay, Elena. She is his mother. She has a right to shower her love on him.', I kept telling that myself.
While calming myself, I didn't notice Victor Sanders' scrutinising gaze on Devon until he opened his mouth.
"I wonder what made you come and sit with the family for dinner. It has been about a week since you are living here."
I exhaled, upset with the way that man didn't only ruin lives but also the mood with his mere words.
