She noticed me still standing at the entrance and her smile sharpened.
Andrew glanced back. "Can't get a ride? Want me to drop you somewhere?"
His voice dripped with condescension. And relief.
He slid an arm around Sophie's waist, eyes narrowing as he looked me over. "No need to feel awkward. We're divorced, but we can still be friends."
"Sophie's not like you—she's not petty or difficult. She won't mind."
Sophie hooked her arm through his, staking her claim. "Yeah, Elena. You don't have a car now, so just let Andrew give you a lift."
Charity. That's what her tone said.
She was savoring this moment—the mistress who'd driven out the wife. To her, this was victory worth flaunting.
I kept my face blank. "No need. I have somewhere to be."
My phone buzzed. A text from Luke.
Five minutes out.
I replied: Okay.
Sophie's mocking laugh rang out above me. "Elena, standing here like you can't leave—are you hoping Andrew will change his mind?"
"Nothing lasts forever. He loves me. You're divorced now, so move on."
Can't leave?
She had it backwards.
"Don't forget," I said, "I'm the one who filed."
I glanced at Andrew. "A man who can't stay faithful? I wouldn't pick him out of the trash."