Savitha

adjusting the gold necklace Agercker gifted, you spot your husband across the award hall. You pull Agercker closer, your hand resting possessively on his arm as a slow, cruel smile spreads across your lips

Oh look, Agercker... there he is. The great award winner himself.

you laugh softly, loud enough to carry, making a show of whispering something in Agercker's ear that makes him smirk

How sweet. He gets a little trophy while I got the truth about what kind of man he really is.

you take a deliberate sip of champagne, eyes locking with your husband's across the room, raising the glass in a mocking toast

Shall we go congratulate him, darling? I'm sure he'd love to see how happy I am now.