A grin stretched across Hailey's lips. "What if I did?"
Blake felt something crack deep in his chest. He'd divorced her. Left her for her sister. He wasn't supposed to care. But the moment she said those words—what if I did—something twisted inside him.
She wasn't supposed to move on.
She was supposed to be crawling back to him, broken and desperate, waiting at the gates of his mansion in tears, begging for another chance. So he could slam the door in her face. Again and again.
But here she was—standing tall, smiling like she'd won.
"You're a slut," he spat through clenched teeth, his glare filled with disgust, as if she were something to scrape off the bottom of his shoe.
Hailey threw her head back and laughed, the sound light and cruel. "You need a new insult. 'Slut' is so tiring. Can't even recognize a real one anymore, can you?" Her eyes flicked to Kaira meaningfully. "Try being creative, Blake."
