After Christopher left, I swapped teaching slots with a colleague and skipped school. Staring at the diamond ring on the coffee table, I decided to pry out the stone and make a collar for my cat to play with.
After a nap, my phone pinged with a new message. It was Brittany, identifying herself and asking to meet at a coffee shop. At 5 p.m., I showed up on the dot.
Brittany sat across from me, a shadow of her former polished self—haggard, with dark circles bruising her eyes. She didn't waste time. "Lauren, I know Chris has been sniffing around you. What, you forgot your own words? Planning to rebind with him?"
Her bitter tone made me frown. "Brittany, what gives you the right to ask me that? Back when I was his lawful mate, you were the side piece, playing your little games. I ignored yo
