Julia
As a great woman once said, diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I stand in front of the mirror in the trendy boutique in New Orleans, examining the new strand of precious stones adorning my throat. I’d paid for the mind-blowingly expensive necklace using Jake’s platinum card, which had given me a small sliver of satisfaction.
He’d called in the early hours of the morning, begging for me to forgive him. At first, I’d told him that there was no way in hell I’d let him come crawling back to me, but all the while, my heart ached until the burn was almost unbearable.
One chance. That’s all I’ll give him.
In the meantime, I’ll shamelessly spend down his accounts in preparation for the worst.
Because it would be terrible if we divorced, wouldn’t it? I think wistfully of the lifestyle I
