“I doubt this joke of a marriage will survive another year. She’s nowhere near my level.”
Javier’s words fell into the bar like a glass shattering, but the only ones who seemed to hear it were me and the bartender, who pretended to keep drying glasses. His friends burst out laughing, slapping him on the back as if he had just scored a goal for Real Madrid.
I was holding a glass of white wine. I noticed my fingers trembling, so I tightened my grip on the glass. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.I smiled. That cold smile you only bring out when there’s nothing left to lose.
