I looked at him with interest, my smile not reaching my eyes. "Oh? Did you win the lottery or something?"
He lifted his chin. "You already know, don't you?"
"Have you claimed the prize yet?"
His expression cooled, a flash of impatience crossing his face. "Why do you care? I'm taking this house. Keep it ready for me. I'll transfer the money in three days, and we'll go change the property deed."
He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, something ugly glinting in his eyes. "I'm getting married. This is going to be our place—mine and Yvonne's. We'll be doing it on the bed you bought. Thought you might like to feel... involved."
I stepped back, my face blank, a smile playing at the corner of my lips. "Well, congratulations! I'll be waiting for that good news in three days."
Three days later, Clement never showed.
His mother had been causing chaos back in their hometown, and she'd always been at odds with their neighbor, Maya Chavez.
Maya sent me a message asking if Clement and I had gotten divorced.
When I confirmed it, she sent me a voice note, practically vibrating with indignation.