My anger disappeared and was replaced by a cold sense of clarity. I realized the charming man I met at that gala on Broadway was nothing more than a well dressed freeloader.
“Okay,” I told him with a small and precise smile. Both of them relaxed instantly as if they had just won the lottery.
Paige reached for a bottle of vintage champagne I had been saving to celebrate a big promotion at work. “Should we open this now?” she asked with a playful grin.
Spencer laughed and told her that everything was perfectly clear now. I walked into my bedroom and packed a single suitcase with my passport, jewelry, and a very important folder from my desk.
When I walked back into the living room, they were already pouring glasses of my expensive champagne. “Are you leaving already?” Paige asked while raising her glass toward me.
