Sara's POV
I looked at Stephanie, the innocence was still there. The rose-tinted glass that makes you blind to the cracks of reality was familiar. The hope in those eyes was clear. She doesn't know her husband is the mafia lord of this country.
The same loving husband she is hopelessly in love with has been stained in the blood of people. I stared at the ground across us. The kids that freely enjoy their time. Those kids probably don't even know freedom, yet they have freedom.
I finished my cigarette while Stephanie tried questioning me further, but it was something for her to find out. The cruel reality of the people around her. Cliff was not some billionaire heir who will change. Once this hazy fever dream disappears, Cliff will go back to his playboy lifestyle while she gets stuck without escape.
"Do anything but don't have a child with him." I warned before walking out of there. Stephanie had a question, but my phone buzzing stopped her from asking any further.
