Eva was born into nobility. She had always looked down on women who traded their bodies for status and wealth.
But over the years, Sara had trained herself to be bulletproof. She merely smiled, refusing to take the bait.
"How did you get here?"
Adrian followed Eva's line of sight, his dark eyes landing on Sara.
Any other wife seeing her husband entangled with his ex might have stormed over, screaming and demanding an explanation. But Sara didn't have that courage. More importantly, she didn't have the right.
Before the wedding, they had signed an agreement: the marriage would last three years. When the time was up, the assets would be settled, the divorce finalized, and they would go their separate ways.
So Sara swallowed the acid rising in her throat and plastered on the smile of a virtuous wife.
"I heard you had a social engagement tonight. I was worried you'd drink too much and upset your stomach, so I came to check on you."
Adrian usually detested people prying into his schedule. Under his unblinking stare, a chill ran down Sara's spine.
But today, Adrian was acting out of character.
Not only did he not scold her, but a faint, unreadable smile played on his lips.
"So thoughtful?"