Suddenly, the matriarch slammed her hand violently against the desk.
"Then what is she?" she demanded coldly.
Alex swallowed hard.
But the old woman was far from finished.
She slowly rose to her feet, bracing both hands firmly against the desk as she stared directly down at him with piercing eyes.
"A woman bold enough to sleep around with you while claiming to be your wife's friend."
For the first time since entering the room, Alex found himself momentarily speechless.
His gaze lowered toward his own hands as memories surfaced unwillingly inside his mind.
Thinking back on it now, Alex realized Sonia had probably been the only one truly living under the illusion that Cyndi had been her best friend.
And honestly, calling Cyndi Sonia's best friend no longer felt right to him at all.
"Alex."
The matriarch's voice turned dangerously cold once more.
"Tell me exactly what she is."
Silence stretched briefly between them.
Finally, Alex lifted his gaze again.
