Chapter 123

Sylvia's POV I don't know how long I stood frozen in the doorway before finding my voice to ask that question. The scene before me—Caesar holding Helena in what looked like an intimate embrace—burned itself into my retinas. Caesar immediately tried to explain. "She fell. I was just helping her up." "Yes, look at my face,Sylvia," Helena added, pointing to a small red mark on her cheek. "I got hurt from the fall." My eyes reluctantly moved to examine the reddish mark on Helena's face. There was indeed evidence of some kind of impact. Only... "So you just happened to fall right outside our bedroom door?" I asked, my voice laced with biting sarcasm. How convenient. Almost too convenient that she'd "stumbled" at the exact moment I was finishing my shower. Credit where it's due—the woman had timing down to a science. I almost wanted to hand her a trophy for Best Supporting Actress in a melodrama she clearly wrote herself. Caesar's eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a measured but firm tone