The Interpreter's Revenge

Synopsis

My bestie pinged me on WhatsApp as I was serving my husband, Charles Grant, his favorite asparagus with the serving tongs. It read: [Victoria, your husband's ex is something else.] The vibe at the table was lively, but there was something unspoken in the air. Today was the welcome party Charles had thrown for his first love, Sophia White, who had returned from Riverton. The party was held at the most exclusive private restaurant in town, packed with people, all of them childhood friends of Charles and Sophia. I was the only outsider. But I was Charles's wife. Sophia was dressed in a Chanel haute couture gown, her makeup flawless, every gesture radiating the kind of elegance that only years in Riverton could cultivate. She was chatting away in fluent Francian with another friend who'd returned from abroad. Charles sat beside me, but his eyes were glued to Sophia as if she was a magnet and he was a piece of metal. The way Charles looked at her, full of nostalgia and infatuation, was practically written all over his face. I kept smiling, acting as if I hadn't noticed a thing, playing the part of the perfect, gracious wife.