Stephen
I should have thrown her out.
That would have been the normal reaction.
Expose the lie.
End the dinner.
Escort the revenge-obsessed ex-fiancée out the front door.
Instead, I’m standing at the head of the table watching Rebecca sip wine like this whole situation is just mildly entertaining dinner conversation.
The woman has nerve.
I’ll give her that.
My mother is still staring at her.
“Rebecca,” she says slowly, like she’s testing the name in her mouth again. “I barely recognised you.”
Becca gives a polite smile.
“Most people don’t.”
No apology.
No embarrassment.
Just calm.
Too calm.
Across the table, Jace leans back in his chair watching the entire situation like it’s some live reality show.
“Okay,” he says finally, rubbing his hands together. “I feel like I walke
