CAMILLA'S POV
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"Why aren't you wearing your ring?" Mackey asks, staring at my hand like it's foreign. "I don't want to tan it," I shrug. It's Monday already, and the sun is hotter than last week. It's even hotter than the fight I had with Jared. "Oh," her choice of word irks me, especially the way she said it. She knows I'm lying, but who the hell cares? I'm pretty sure that Jared will file for a divorce any day now anyway, or at least ignore me until he can do it. I feel a little guilty for our petty fight, but I have the damn right to live my life too.
I'm sure he doesn't keep it in his pants when he travels all over the world to go to meetings and whatever the hell he does. Hell, I've walked in on him screwing someone, and he didn't even care. I just hate knowing that he expects me
