Chapter 79 The Wife He Didn't Want Ch3

• The gala was decadent—velvet and marble, glittering gowns and champagne towers that reached the ceiling. It was the kind of event Jacob used to enjoy. Now it just felt hollow. The music was too loud, the air too thick with perfume and pretense. Betty was draped on his arm in a crimson dress that left little to the imagination, her laughter high and shrill as she clung to him like she had something to prove.
• And then she walked in.
• Ginna.