Without a word, I walked past her into the bedroom, grabbed my suitcase and started packing.
Kate followed me, her tone indignant.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t bother looking at her.
“Making space for you two,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
The sound of shoes being kicked off in the entryway interrupted us. Brian was home.
Kate’s demeanor shifted instantly. Her eyes reddened as if on command, her lip trembling in practiced distress. She darted behind Brian as he entered the room, clutching his arm like a damsel in distress.
It was a scene straight out of a bad drama.
“Seriously?” I muttered under my breath, disgusted by the performance. I wanted nothing more than to leave this house and never look back.
***
Brian looked worse for wear—his face pale, his movements sluggish. He glanced at me, then at Kate, his frown deepening.
“Kate, thank you for taking care of me. But you should go home now.”
Kate’s eyes widened, filling with tears that didn’t quite fall.
“I’m not leaving, Brian,” she said, her voice wavering. “I want to explain to Elise. How can she accuse me of being the other woman?”
She turned to me, her expression painted with mock sincerity.