Her eyes turned red on cue. She pointed at me, voice quivering with rehearsed distress.
"Mr. Delgado, she bullied me! She tried to hit me—look, she hurt my wrist!"
I stood rooted to the spot. Something inside my chest sank, slow and heavy.
He hadn't come for me.
Scott turned his head. The look he gave me held no trace of guilt. Only undisguised contempt.
"Elise, who the hell gave you permission to lay a hand on Hester?"
Scott Delgado was handsome—strikingly so—and undeniably capable. But he was blind. Completely, willfully blind.
Watching him lash out without bothering to ask a single question, the fury inside me became impossible to swallow.
I tore the red cord from my wrist and threw it down.
"She's the one who destroyed my dowry. She's the one who humiliated me. And you two have the nerve to turn this around on me?"
"Scott, in case you've forgotten—you are my fiancé. She is your secretary."
Scott looked at me as if I'd told a joke. A cold, mirthless smile twisted his mouth.
"Fiancé?"
"Elise, you must have done your homework by now. You know exactly who I am. And you know exactly who you are." His voice turned to ice. "Do you honestly think you deserve to marry me?"