Chapter 6

In the end, the family dinner ended on a sour note.

Andrew practically dragged me out of the villa.

The car ride back was suffocatingly tense.

He didn't say a word, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

I knew he was pissed.

Pissed at me for embarrassing him, pissed at me for ruining the control he had over everything.

It wasn't until we pulled into our apartment complex that he finally stopped the car and turned off the engine.

The car was dead silent.

"Janet," he finally spoke, his voice icy and venomous. "You did that…