–Livana–
"I promise you, Liva, it was always you."
His voice dripped with sweetness. The kind of sweetness that could make someone fall in love.
They'd be a fool.
But maybe—just this once—I could be a fool, too.
"I know," I sighed, letting the breath slip out like silk. "Carrie… she always steals Laura's boyfriends. And maybe…" I tilted my head slightly, feigning innocence, "her best steal was you."
My voice was soft, wounded, delicate. Pitiful.
I could win an award for that performance. I could feel it.
Maybe Richard was Carrie's best steal. But if she managed to pull one more string—if she managed to seduce my husband—I'd bow to her.
Hell, I'd even get her a plaque: Best Whore in the Family.
"I'm so sorry, Liva. We could start over. Let's get to know each other."
"Mmm." I leaned back into the seat, fingers lazily stirring the ice in my bubble milk tea. The sound of the pearls tapping the plastic was oddly soothing. "You know… I heard everything."
