… free to suffer and start back from when I met you?"
I bit my lip, trembling as I picked up my purse with shaking hands. 'Not yet, Malcom. You don't know what's coming for you.'
"Enjoy your new life," he called after me as I walked out of the office, my heels unsteady against the polished floor.
The moment I stepped out of Malcom's estate, the tears vanished.
Roxy was already waiting in her car, watching me from the driver's seat with a knowing smirk. As soon as I got in, she revved the engine and peeled away from the curb.
"That," she said, voice dripping with amusement, "was an Oscar-worthy performance."
I exhaled, finally letting go of the suffocating weight of the moment. "He bought it?"
"Oh, he BATHED in it." Roxy laughed, shaking her head. "You should've heard his voice the way I did. The man thinks he won the jackpot."
I smirked, resting my head against the window. "Good. Let him think that for now."
"Still," Roxy mused, "I have to admit, you
