THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE
She tilted her head and scanned her from head to toe, then clicked her tongue.
"I understand why he left you. However… I thought exes knew when to walk away with dignity," she said, sharp. "I see some confuse nostalgia with patheticness."
The silence was brutal—Valentina's smile vanished.
Eros's lips twitched, holding back an amused smile, but he didn't intervene.
Valentina smiled again, but her eyes burned.
"You've got a tongue, bitch."
"And you've got a bad memory, whore," Lucy shot back, steady.