Chapter 13 Narrow Escape

• Lyla’s pov
• "My wife," his deep voice called out, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The elaborate disguise I'd spent hours perfecting suddenly felt paper-thin. My hands trembled as I gripped my champagne glass, the expensive liquid threatening to spill over the rim. Has Jason seen through my carefully constructed facade? Or did he finally recognize me even after the effort I put in disguising myself?
• But then his footsteps continued past me, and I watched as he wrapped his arms around Lucia. The woman who had helped him condemn me to death. Or at least, who thought they had succeeded in executing me. For a moment I had thought that the end had come.