Elena vs. Evie      

"Ren mentioned that you're his girlfriend," Elena said with an amiable grin. "I, on the other hand, am Ren's first wife. But don't worry, I'm not possessive enough to want him all to myself. He's an extraordinary man, and I believe he shouldn't be confined to just one person. I'm content with the idea of sharing."

". . ."

". . ."

Fuck me! Ren cursed.

As Elena's words hung in the air, the atmosphere in the room grew taut with unspoken tension.

Ren felt the weight of Evie's stare, like hot coals burning into his skin. Her eyes were sharp, ablaze with a mixture of disbelief and anger. He could sense her every emotion, even though her face seemed frozen in place.

"Wife?!" The word erupted from her like a volcano, spewing forth molten fury.

Ren moved swiftly, stepping closer to Evie in an attempt to diffuse the situation. "Evie, please, let me explain."