Revenge, Best Served in Codes
Ivy blurted, and we all laughed.
“So, moment of truth.” I sat on the bed, and they sat around me.
“Wait, is there something you want to confess? Like you and Malcolm got married over the weekend?” Ivy shot her brow up.
Isla shook her head at her. “That’s not possible. She’s still married to Theodore, remember? He refused to show up for the hearing.”
“He’s excellent at what he does. Being stupid,” Ivy rolled her eyes. “I hate him.”
“Don’t we all,” Isla muttered, returning her gaze to me. “We are listening, girl.”