CHAPTER NINE
MIMOSAS, AMEX BLACK CARD & NEW CARS
What’s the best way to win a game, especially when you know your opponent already has the upper hand?
You stay quiet. Stealthy. You make them believe they’ve got you exactly where they want you. You let them feel like they’re in control. That’s how you win. In my case, the edge Mark has over me, is the wealth and power his name holds.
For the past two weeks, I’ve played the part of the heartbroken wife. But not the pitiful kind, the sobbing-on-the-floor, mascara-running kind. No. I’ve played the kind who feeds the illusion. The one who offers just enough vulnerability to keep him hopeful. The kind who makes him believe that maybe, just maybe, he can still win her back.
Take three days ago, for example. He bought me a brand-new Lamborghi
