Suddenly, hope surged within him. I wasn't Albert's fiancée after all!
He knew I still couldn't let him go. As long as I wasn't engaged, he still had a shot.
A grin spread across his face. "Jessica! Is it true? I knew you were just with him to make me jealous! Let's stop this charade!"
Maybe there was something off with me. I was no longer that sweet, innocent girl I used to be.
Seeing the hope in his eyes, I couldn't wait to see his reaction when the truth hit him.
I lifted my glass and downed the wine in one swift gulp. "Frank, I'm not his fiancée because I'm his... mistress."
His smile froze in an instant, leaving him looking like a ridiculous clown.
Satisfaction washed over me as the alcohol tingled in my throat, fueling my nerves. I eagerly added, "And let me tell you, I'd rath
