KATHERINE
“So, Kat. When were you planning to tell me you’ve divorced our son?”
My brain went absolutely blank as I sat, frozen, trying to make sense of what Layla had just told me. She looked calm, collected, laid-back – as if she didn’t just dropped a grenade between us.
It’s impossible.
She can’t possibly know. I haven’t told anyone – except Kelly and her husband, and we had a non-disclosure agreement …
I slapped a smile on my face, and chuckled.
“What do you mean? Is this about this morning’s picture? Because that was me, guys. The reporters just made up a lot of crap, to sell more papers”.
But Layla and Harold weren’t smiling, nor laughing – they was just staring at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Waiting for my play to end.
“I’m not divorced from Lucian” I then li
