KATRINA'S P O V
I was sitting in the open café near the hospital, and sipping on a glass of water when I spotted Lia—Cohen’s mistress, striding towards me, carrying herself with the confidence of a woman well aware of her good looks and physique. She had just emerged from the restroom after retouching her make-up.
Her face split into a small smile, and I didn’t like the way she was looking at me, as if she was going to break some unpleasant news to me.
She took a seat across from me, and just as I was about to open my mouth to ask her what it was that she wanted from me, she started to speak. ‘‘Now I know why Cohen dumped me. You are the woman he has been hiding in his heart…’’
I didn’t answer her. As I took another sip of my water, my eyes fixed on her the entire time. I sti
