Maura's smile faded, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face because Selina didn't look the least bit devastated. She couldn't tell if Selina's well-wishes were genuine or just a sharp-edged mask.
"I'm surprised you're happy for me. What a perfect ex-wife you are. Your kind is rare to find," Maura said with a casual shrug.
"Perfect ex-wife?" Selina repeated, her tone mocking. She shook her head, comprehending Maur was in a rush claim the title.
There was no doubt that Zane would spoil and cherish Maura once she became his wife. But that wasn't Selina's problem, and she wasn't in the mood to waste another second engaging with her.
When the rich aroma of the food filled the air, Maura's stomach grumbled. She turned her head toward the table, her throat dry as she surveyed the dishes. She hated to admit it, but Selina's cooking had always been top-notch—the only fragile thing that had ever truly connected her to Zane's life.
