The Sting of Jealousy

DAPHNE

I swallowed the lump rising in my throat, the burn of humiliation sharp and bitter. Forcing my legs to move, I crossed the room to a quiet corner near the edge of the room. The music was loud enough to drown out my thoughts if I focused on it, but the sight of Dominic and Valerie lingered, an image burned into my mind that refused to leave.

I sank into a chair, my hands clenching the fabric