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“Yes, probably.” He frowns, going back to work. “Until then, we find more blackmail.”
“What if I have an idea?” I ask around a gulp.
He raises a brow, his typing paused. “Shoot.”
* * *
Margie staresat me from across the table. “I was shocked when you texted me since you’ve been dodging me for months.”
Same, Margie. Same.
It’s what needed to be done.
No more running scared from James.
No more allowing him to control me.
He needs to go down, and unless someone steps up, he’ll do it again … and again … and again to innocent women. I’ve decided to take on the job of breaking that cycle—or at least attempting to. First things first. I need to apologize to Margie, and then I need to ask her for a favor.
After telling Rex my plan, I texted Margie, asking her to meet with me. Whether she’d reply, I had no idea. Thankfully, she did, and three hours later, here we are, sitting at a table in the park, having coffee.
It’s strange, seeing her after everything that’s happened.
Neither one of us is the same as we were before James stormed into our lives.
The happiness that took permanent residence on her face when we lived together has dimmed. James stole some of her light, and I want to punch him in the face for it.
We’d cluelessly slept with the same man.
Whether she knows that, I’m not sure.
I’m taking a risk by being here. Last time we talked was when she had James’s phone, and I don’t know the status of their relationship. Even though James said they broke up, he could’ve manipulated her into getting back together. She could tell James everything I say.
I take a sip of my caramel macchiato, wishing it contained something stronger for liquid courage. “I apologize for being distant. I’m truly sorry.”
Gripping her iced coffee, she leans back in her chair, focusing her blue eyes on me. “What happened, Carolina? I was so confused. I confessed a huge secret to you, I was heartbroken, and then I never saw you again.”
Here goes nothing.
I’m struggling to find the right words even though I rehearsed them so many times on the drive here.
“That night”—I close my eyes, pulling in a calming breath—“when you told me about sleeping with Professor Cordry …”
“Yes?” She raises a brow, sadness spreading over her face.
“That other girl he was seeing—his wife—that’s me.”
She gapes at me, her mouth dropping open. “Wait, what?”
“We’d been sneaking around for six months and stupidly gotten married a week before you found out.” The memory tears a hole in my chest. “I had no idea he’d been dating you, too. When you told me, a wave of shock hit me, and I freaked out. When I ran off, it was to confront him about the cheating.”
“Wow.” She cringes, resting her coffee on the table. “Did he know we were roommates?”
“He said he didn’t when you met, but I don’t believe anything that leaves that man’s mouth.” I blow out a deep breath. “We got in a fight over Rex texting me at one in the morning and didn’t talk for days. I think that’s when he met you.”
She releases a spiteful laugh. “God, I was so flattered at the time. I was used to dating stupid frat boys, and here was this guy, making me dinner at his house instead of inviting me to parties where he did keg stands.” She throws her arms out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“When I confronted him, he threatened me with—”
