"Elara, what are you talking about? Nothing you said makes sense to me." Andrew tried to hold Elara's hand as he met her outside his company's building, knowing she was heading there.
Elara, blinded with rage, looked him dead in the eye before jerking her hand away from his grip.
"It never does, no? Nothing I say ever makes sense to you," Elara gritted out before she scoffed at him.
"It's okay. I will spell it out for you. After all, that was what I did in the three years of marriage. Explain things that you should've already known, and demand trust and love from my husband that should've been there naturally," Elara said.
Andrew pursed his lips and was about to open his mouth when he saw his employees starting to leave for home, and he massaged his forehead.
"Can we not do this here? Everyone's looking," Andrew said.
Elara looked at the man for a few seconds before she nodded.
