I should’ve known Alice wouldn’t stay quiet for long.
The morning after Mark and I… Well, after everything, I found her sitting at the kitchen counter like she belonged here. She had her long, perfect legs crossed, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a fake, sweet smile plastered on her face.
I already didn’t trust her. Now, I liked her even less.
“Morning,” she said smoothly, her eyes sweeping over me.
I knew exactly what she was doing—taking in the oversized shirt I was wearing. Mark’s shirt. Her smile didn’t even twitch, but I saw the tension in her shoulders. She hated it.
Good.
“Morning,” I said back, keeping my voice calm as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I wasn’t about to play nice. Not with her.
“So…” she started, her tone light—too light. “How long have you and Mark been… a
