Trade Me for a Schemer? Enjoy Your Fall
But eventually, I couldn't fool myself anymore, especially after I discovered he could clearly remember Lila's birthday, her preferences, even her food allergies.
Silence stretched across the phone line. He was still waiting for my answer.
"Just consider me a liar then," I said quietly, not wanting to waste energy on pointless explanations.
"Is this because of that man who picked you up in a Rolls Royce the other day?" he suddenly asked.
I froze for a moment, then realized he'd misunderstood. "There's no other man."
"Stop lying to me." He suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Lila was right after all. All that talk about being upset, about misunderstandings, they're just excuses for finding someon