“Did you actually sleep with him?” I asked, needing the blunt truth. She looked at her feet and nodded slowly.
“For four months. He told me you were unstable and obsessive, and that you were only together because of some legal contract you forced on him.”
I let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Dorian always had a different script depending on who was listening.”
She unzipped the suitcase and pulled out a velvet box that made my heart stop. Inside was my grandmother’s heirloom ring, the only thing my mother saved from our family’s bankruptcy years ago.
“He told me he bought this for me,” Brianna said with a look of pure disgust.
I felt a surge of adrenaline as I dug through the rest of the bag to find my passport, tax returns, and receipts for a company called “Summit Peak Holdings.” Dorian tried to stand up and stumble toward us.
“Look, Skylar, I can explain everything if you just listen,” he slurred.
“You should save that energy for your lawyer,” Brianna snapped before I could even open my mouth.