Cormac came out of the villa just in time to hear that. His expression froze when he saw me, but in the very next moment, he instinctively moved to shield Hillerin behind him.
“Hillerin likes this place,” he said in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “And you two won’t be living under the same roof, so you won’t get in each other’s way.”
Seeing him protecting her like that hurt more than I wanted to admit.
He softened his tone.
“Stacia,” he said, “last time, you hurt Hillerin. You should apologize and try to get along with each other from now on.”
I just stared at him, speechless.
What on earth was going through his head?
How could a wife possibly “get along” with her husband’s mistress?
When I didn’t apologize the way he clearly expected me to, a flash of irritation crossed his face.
“Stacia,” his tone dropped, a warning in his voice, “I’m giving you a way to step down gracefully. If it weren’t for me, you’d already be sitting in a police station right now.”
I almost laughed. Even if he wanted to send me to jail, he’d still need evidence.
And I’d already wiped every trace of security footage clean.