Jesse let out a cold laugh. "Did you honestly think playing the magnanimous saint would change my mind?" He leaned in, his cologne suffocating. "You didn't cry, didn't make a scene… for a second, I thought you'd actually matured. Didn't expect your methods to stay this filthy."
I truly didn't understand what he was talking about.
Impatient with my silence, he whipped out his phone and shoved the screen in my face. A call log from Grandpa.
"I brought Joanna to the banquet, and immediately after, Grandpa called to tear strips off me. He even ripped that contract from my hands and gave it to you instead. Do you dare look me in the eye and say you didn't orchestrate that?"
So he'd misunderstood again. He thought I'd run to his grandfather to tattle.
"Think whatever you want," I said flatly.
Jesse froze. The old Tessa would have panicked. The old Tessa would have begged him to believe her, desperate to clear her name.
He scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Fine. Since you refuse to be obedient, don't blame me for embarrassing you."
I assumed he meant he'd take Joanna on another shopping spree or buy her a car.
I was wrong.