Maybe I shouldn't be entertaining conversations with my husband's ex. Should have just walked away and kept walking, but my legs refuse to move. I keep staring at Katya like she's developed a new way to torment me. Maybe she has.
Finally I ask, "What are you playing at, Katya?" I don't know how she's been doing it, but I know all the things that have happened to me in this house, including how she shamelessly flirts with Aleksei, have all been aimed at driving me away from this house and from Aleksei's life. But I don't know what scheme she's cooking up now.
"Playing?" She lifts one perfectly shaped eyebrow, then spits a rude Russian word that has me rolling my eyes. "I am not enjoying this, you know. I hate having to play this silly game over a guy."
"Then stop. Go away and leave us a
