Vivienne's face was deathly pale, her eyes red-rimmed.
She said, "No, Rosalie. That thing with Nico was years ago."
I crossed my arms and said, "You think I'm stupid? I saw you two rolling around in bed together."
Her tears fell uncontrollably.
There was a time I might have felt sorry for her and softened my tone.
But now my heart was perfectly calm, not a flicker of emotion.
I said, "I refuse to accept your apology. I wish you and Nico a long, happy marriage and many children."
She called out, "Rosalie..."
I hung up immediately. I let out a long sigh.
That evening, my bestie called while I was cooking pasta.
She was practically shouting. "Rosalie, you finally broke up with him!"
I turned down the heat. The water in the pot bubbled and gurgled.
I replied, "The way you say it, y
