He Stole My Money, I Stole His Regret

iend. I couldn't get out of it.

was there. And he

t her with an adoration he had never once shown me. The room filled with whispers, he

bit at a zoo: the p

reathe air that wasn't thick with hyp

d me by the

ce laced with fake sympathy. "Watchi

ve, but she ste

said being with you was like living with a roommate. With me

, and they did. A hot flush of

of my way

ned. "Or what?

ess. She dug her own car keys from her purse and ra

t a pierci

d me! Maria

didn't even look at me. He rushed to Sabrina's s

h the garden as guests began to gather. "You're a jealous, v

wrapped a protective arm around Sabri

d at me, judging me. In that moment, I was not just the

and through her fake tears, she gave m