“He said to take the rest of the week off.”
Ian was her supervisor, and he should be thanking his lucky stars he’d looked after her in her time of need, or he’d be getting a visit from me too.
My gaze swept around the normally pristine home, taking in the dishes stacked on the counter and the empty wine bottles beside the sofa. Then I spied the documents on the coffee table and the words on them.
Petition for Divorce.
I sucked in a breath and lifted my gaze to Lila’s.
“You filed?”
Lila hugged herself and nodded. “I met with an attorney yesterday. I had to—how can I stay with him now?” Her eyes filled with tears, and mine did the same.
Even though I hated his guts, I’d never seen two people in love like these two. Seeing the divorce papers made my cold, black heart freeze that little bit more.
“Oh, honey,” I whispered, striding over to her and taking her in my arms. “Come here.”
Lila let me hold her, and together, we cried. For everything they used to be, and for everything they could’ve been. For every goddamn conversation we’d ever had about how we’d leave any man if he cheated on us.
But my brother? I’d seen the way he looked at Lila, how healwayslooked at her. Like she was the only star in his sky. So how the fuck had he sunken so low?
“I know who she is,” I told Lila as we broke apart, both dabbing at our eyes.
Lila’s eyes widened, and I watched as a coldness seeped into them that made me hesitate for a second.
“Cami?” Lila spat the name, and I couldn't blame her. I really couldn’t.
“Yeah, she’s a bartender in a strip joint downtown.”
Lila stiffened, and I took it as my cue to continue.
“She’s one of those party girls, no class at all.” I tried to make her feel better, but Lila held her hand out expectantly.
“Show me.”
“Okay…” I hummed, scrolling through my phone. “She’s not a patch on you, girl.”
I brought up the Instagram profile I’d found earlier and handed it to my best friend.
Lila pinched her fingers on the screen, zooming in immediately. Her lip curled in disgust. “That’s the bitch.”
I nodded, wincing when I remembered Lila had seen her on the video with my brother.
“She looks happy,” Lila commented, tilting her head. “I should change that.”
I blinked, unsure I’d heard her right. My best friend was the yin to my yang—the water to my fire—you got the idea.
“Youwant to change that?” I echoed, peering at Lila who was still staring at the image on the screen. “Um, how?”
I decided not to tell her about my little planned jaunt downtown tonight with Enzo—because something told me not to, and I always listened to my gut.
Lila didn’t answer me for a hot minute, and it made me sweat. I didn’t know what to do with this version of my best friend.
“They both need to pay,” she said, like she was stating the weather. “I refuse to let either of them get away with what they’ve done to me.”
I baulked. “Okay…”
“I don’t want to drag you into this, Ness.” Lila looked at me, tiredness circling her eyes. “So don’t ask any questions.”
