Another woman had already moved in and made herself at home.
I used the spare key Max had given me and opened the front door.
The neighbor next door was already sizing me up with a look of open contempt.
"Young girl like you, and this is what you do with your life? Homewrecking? Now you've got the nerve to show up at their front door."
Before I could respond, the elevator doors slid open, and Abigail walked out in a miniskirt.
The neighbor immediately rushed over to her.
"Abigail, sweetie, watch out. The other woman just showed up at your door."
"Look at her. She even knows where your spare key is..."
I froze.
Max and I had registered our marriage three years ago. We just hadn't held a ceremony yet.
And somehow I was the other woman?
Abigail's smile stiffened on her face when she heard this. She looked me up and down with curiosity.
"Excuse me, miss, are you sure you have the right place? This is my home. Mine and Max's."
"Max?"
I repeated the name, my throat so dry it ached. "Max Matthews?"
"That's right."
Abigail nodded, smugness practically dripping from her eyes.