“You got it back,” she reminded him.
“Not soon enough. Let’s let her suffer a decade and I’ll give it some thought then,” he was unwavering in his resolve.
“It’s hardly the same thing,” she protested again.
“Isn’t it? Her new husband realized she wasn’t going to be able to fund his lavish lifestyle and he bailed. He’s only twenty-one. Fresh off the runway. Looks like she lost her partner too.”
Bobbie grimaced, “how old is she?”
“Forty this year.”
Bobbie pursed her lips and nodded her head, “good for her for bagging a young one.”
“Good for him for landing a sugar mama and then bailing when he realized it was all bullshit and Botox.” Olivier was smug as he pulled his legs away from Bobbie’s swatting hands. “Hey, she’s the enemy. Stop thinking of her in a positive light. If she had bal
