“We can’t have more surprises with my marriage and your nephew being so close,” Amanda said, emphasizing the juiciest words so others would overhear. “On Saturday night, Andrew and I are hosting a welcome dinner at our apartment for your new partner. Mom and Dad will be there. Trust me, we’re all ex
Friday arrived, and with it, the night I had dreaded finally came. My panicked face was probably worth a portrait as I announced myself at the entrance of Lucius’s new building. They let me in quickly, and the elevator moved faster than I would have liked. In a few seconds, I was knocking on his doo
“I don’t have a mother, Marianne. Any other questions I might actually answer?” he offered.I got the message instantly. The mother was worse than the father, and he didn’t even want to joke about her. Noted and filed away as a forbidden topic. I reorganized my thoughts. I had a purpose for tonight.
“When will you give it to me? We need to plan the proposal,” I said as I sat in the nearest chair.“Does tomorrow work for you? I was thinking we could do it then,” he suggested.I loved the idea.“It would be perfect to do it at that dirty cheater’s apartment, with my whole family there,” I envisio
I wasn’t usually a nervous person. But there I was, breathing heavily as Lucius’s car approached my ex’s residential complex. That unpleasant sensation climbed from my stomach to my throat, burning all the way up.“Stick your head out if you’re going to throw up. The car’s new,” Lucius suggested fro
“That’s what happens when you’re in good company,” he replied with a smile, his hand sliding down my back. The gentle movement sent a shiver through my body.I ignored the sensation as Amanda invited us into the apartment. As soon as we walked in, bad memories flooded my mind. The worst ones came wh
My beautiful half-sister started rubbing her very flat stomach. If you asked me, she rubbed it like she was eight months pregnant and expecting triplets. Andrew was mortified.“You’re expecting a child?” Lucius asked, feigning surprise.“Didn’t Marianne tell you?” Amanda replied, incredulous. Oh, an
Revenge is a dish best served cold. That should be the line I should recite over and over in this scenario. Small sacrifices that should lead to a great victory. I was on a delicate path, where I had to live with the enemy to attack from within. I allowed myself to enjoy Amanda’s martyrdom.I had sa