It was around 7:50 p.m. when Joe called to tell me that Jean’s car had been spotted at La Chaux.
At first, I brushed it off. Jean being at a restaurant wasn’t exactly news. But then, an idea sparked in my mind — an idea to mess with her head.
I stared at my phone for a few seconds before finally sighing and texting Kane.
Get the car ready.
I changed into the Balmain suit I’d bought earlier that day, added just enough jewelry and makeup. When I was satisfied with my reflection, I joined Joe in the car. It was the perfect revenge dress — the very one Jean wanted but couldn’t afford.
As we drove, the city lights blurred past my window — streaks of gold and red against the deep blue night. My fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, not from impatience, but from the rush of ener
