“I should have known. I should have freaking known! He wanted to marry me to stick it to you. Andyou married me to stick it to him. Of course this dinner wasn’t a peace offering. It was a fuckingmanipulation.”
I’m not going to insult her intelligence by pretending it wasn’t. But I can admit to myself at least thatthat’s not all it was.
Not that she’ll ever believe me—which is why I stay silent.
She’s not done. “First of all, if Alex is really who you say he is, then I never really knew him at all,did I? He was putting on a show. He was playing a character. So even if I am willing to give youinformation on him, how can you be certain any of it is legitimate?”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
“Right, of course,” she says, throwing her
