Rita's Point Of View
Clara's jaw practically hit the greasy floor. She stared at Charles, then at me, her eyes darting frantically between us as if trying to piece together a puzzle her nosy brain couldn't quite solve.
"Husband?" she choked out, her voice cracking as she gripped her grocery bag so tightly the plastic stretched thin and threatened to tear. "Rita... you... you never mentioned being married. Since when?"
For a second, the shock on her face morphed into something entirely different - something raw and ugly. Pure, blinding jealousy mixed with absolute fury flashed across her features, her mouth twisting into a tight, bitter line. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, calculating what this meant, what she'd missed.
