I stared at the diamonds on that bracelet, each one catching the light, each tiny sparkle like a needle finding its way into my chest. The pain nearly buckled my knees, but I kept my composure.
"So what?"
I plucked the marriage certificate from her hands. The name in the wife's column read: Lucille Fox. I looked up at her carefully made-up face, saw her obvious shock, and smiled.
"Are you trying to tell me that after fifteen years with Julian, it's finally my turn to step aside so you can live the good life?"
"Lucille." I traced my finger over her photo on the certificate and smiled again. "What makes you think I'd hand over everything I've poured my blood and sweat into?"
Lucille's composure cracked. She lunged for the certificate, but I sidestepped her. She stumbled, crashed into a cabinet, and let out a shriek.
"Maya Cobb!"
"Have you lost your mind?!"
The mask was off. Lucille Fox was screaming at me now, every pretense of elegance gone.
"What, are you going to destroy my marriage? You want to keep being the dirty little secret? Is that it?!"
"Have you no shame?!"