SEVENTY SEVEN

SLYVIA'S POV

I looked over at Beverly, feeling a surge of irritation. "Do you know him? Did you know he was gonna be here? Is that why you brought me here, to ambush me?" I demanded.

"Nooo, I don't even know him! I just got here a while ago, and I literally just asked him if he was William Lockwood because he looked familiar," Beverly explained, her eyes wide with surprise.

I turned to William, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Long time no see," he said, trying to sound casual.

"I saw you weeks ago, entering my kids' school. God knows why," I shot back, watching his expression change to one of fear, like a deer caught in headlights. I wondered what he was up to there. "And no, it's not nice seeing you after how you betrayed me."

"I see you're still salty after all these years," he replied, a hint of a sneer in his voice.

"Fuck you, William," I snapped.

"You've done that already," he sneered with a grin.

"You wish. Even if you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn't sleep with you