But I didn’t want leftovers. Not anymore.
I curved my lips into a smile that tasted of blood.
“Evander, let’s talk.”
He ignored the edge in my tone, pulling out his phone.
“That restaurant you mentioned last time—it’s perfect. I’ll book it. Tonight, just you and me. Nothing is more important than my wife.”
But that night, I waited three hours alone at the restaurant.
A message finally came. Working overtime. Need money for the baby’s formula.
My phone buzzed again. Althea’s status update.
A photo of the Hermès bag.
My boy is so sensible and filial to her mama I’m so happy! Drinks on me tonight to celebrate.
The comments flooded in:
“Oh my god, isn’t this the new limited edition? Three hundred thousand? Evander is too generous!”
“Althea, careful—your sister-in-law might beat you up. She’s stingy as hell.”
“Don’t remind me. Thalia ruined the last party. Couldn’t even drink. If Evander hadn’t kicked her out, I’d have made her kneel and apologize.”
Althea replied with a bomb emoji.
“Can a sister be the same as a wife? Don’t marry, or you’ll end up with someone like Thalia—nothing but trouble, can’t even hold her liquor.”
Evander didn’t reply—but he liked Althea’s comment.