The performance of her lifetime
Throughout the dinner, Kayla slipped into the role of a maid with unnerving precision, serving the guests with a detached professionalism that starkly contrasted her usual warmth. Brayden, perplexed by her behavior, tried several times to catch her eye, but she pointedly ignored him. Each time she spoke to him, she addressed him as “My Lord” or “Sir,” punctuating her words with a graceful curtsey before retreating. The only part of her act Kayla hadn’t anticipated was her husband cornering her in the dimly lit hallway…
The Performance Of Her Lifetime
The confrontation in the hallway
As Kayla stepped out of the dining room and into the kitchen, the polished mask she wore for the guests fell away the instant she was out of sight. Pausing in the quiet hallway, she closed her eyes, letting the stillness wrap around her. But the moment was fleeting. A hand gripped her elbow, spinning her to face her husband. “Kayla,” Breydan murmured, his voice low as he gently pressed her against the wall. “I can explain…”
The Confrontation In The Hallway
