Chapter 138
Jonathan stared at my wrist for a moment, then said nothing. His dark eyes narrowed slightly before he suddenly grabbed my hand and started pulling me back toward the stage.
Before I could even react, he was already holding onto my hand, leading me up there with him. I froze, confused about what he was doing. Instinctively, I tried to pull my hand back, but he just gripped it tighter.
“Let go! What the hell are you doing?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he turned to the crowd and said, “This is my wife, Elise Sawyer.” 1
The entire room fell into stunned silence. All heads turned in our direction.
Alicia’s eyes shot over to us, and her face was completely drained of color as she stood frozen in place.
But Jonathan acted like he didn’t even see her. He continued addressing the guests, “She’s an introvert, not very comfortable speaking in public, so I’ve never formally introduced her before. I figured this was a good opportunity.”
No one dared move. Everyone held their breath.
Frederick gave me a long, complicated look. He didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and drank in silence.
I instinctively twisted my wrist, trying to pull free.
Jonathan relaxed his grip slightly, but only to intertwine our fingers together instead. Then he looked directly at Alicia in the crowd. “Alicia and I grew up together. I’ve always treated her like a little sister.”
With every word that left his mouth, Alicia’s expression grew darker and darker. When he finally said out loud that he only treated her as a sister, I watched her entire face crumble into something close to despair.
But my heart felt nothing other than coldness.
What was the point of all this?
Alicia had always insisted that she and Jonathan were just like siblings. And now, with him publicly confirming it, she couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t as good at playing the long game as I’d thought.
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