I still remembered the last words my mother ever said to me: "Imogen, that man doesn't love you. Let him go. Mama will always love you, and you have to always love yourself."
At the time, I'd been stunned. I couldn't understand why she would say something like that. She had always liked Elliot. He'd played the role of the perfect husband flawlessly back then, without a single crack in the facade.
It wasn't until later, after I'd done some digging, that I learned the truth. Elliot had deliberately gotten intimate with Gladys right outside my mother's hospital room. The shock was too much for her. She spiraled into severe depression.
Already frail and not wanting to be a burden on me, she jumped from the roof of the hospital.
I let out a quiet breath, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.
"Gladys Fox, you'd better pray my phone can be repaired."
"It's just a phone. You think I can't afford to pay you back for it?"
Elliot frowned at my fixation. "Are you looking down on me? If you hadn't leaked those secrets and bankrupted me, I'd probably be the richest man in the city by now!"
I scoffed. Leaked secrets? Back then, what I'd wanted to do was kill him.
"What's that look supposed to mean?"