There were seconds of silence. I blinked at Elizabeth, unsure if I heard her correctly. But her mocking expression, the one that had always been rubbing me the wrong way, seemed to grow wider with every second I stood there in stupefaction.
“You’re what?” I asked, my voice confused and breathless.
“I’m going to move in with you. With Damian,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction.
I didn’t know what exactly to respond. My mind immediately raced, trying to process her words, to understand what she meant— and what for.
Dissatisfaction and dislike bloomed in my chest. Was it not enough that two of the most important men in my life have chosen her over me? Was it not enough that she tore everything apart. Now… she wanted to be in my house too?
“No, you’re not,” I finally said, m
