Try to make me cry
“I assumed you had already left. In fact, I wished you had.”
He let out a short, sharp breath that wasn't quite a laugh. “I tried calling you, but I couldn't reach you,” he said calmly, though his eyes were searching mine, looking for the crack in the armor.
A sudden realization hit me. My phone. I had blocked his number weeks ago during one of our silent wars and hadn't bothered to unblock it when I got home.
The girl finally pulled back from him, her face flushed and blotchy. It was her. Bella Levert. A socialite with more pedigree than brains and a long-standing obsession with my husband. She looked at me with a mixture of terror and pure, unadulterated loathing.
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