I sat in my dimly lit bedroom, the hum of the air conditioner, the only sound breaking the silence. The coffee I’d made earlier sat cold and untouched on the table, but I didn’t care. My mind was too busy crafting the perfect plan to make Nicolas regret everything he’d done to me.
I had replayed Stella’s words from our coffee meeting over and over in my head. She was ecstatic, blind to the truth about her precious husband. The way she thanked me, called me her best friend, it felt like a slap in the face. She had no idea that the man she was so eager to defend had been mine just as much as hers—at least, that’s what I had believed.
But Nicolas made his choice. He thought he could string me along, have me whenever it suited him, and then toss me aside when things got complicated. Well, he
