“Finally. I told you I’d never steer you wrong. Ridley’s too calculating, Agnes. He’s never suited for you. Ten years with him? That was just you being naïve. Terron’s still waiting. I’ll handle everything. I’ll come pick you up in a week. Just get rid of that son of a bitch first as soon as you can.”
“Alright,” I replied. “I got it.”
Agnes’s POV
I hung up the phone, my body weak, and stepped out of the restroom—only to run right into Lynzee, who was touching up her makeup at the door.
It was as if she had known I’d been hiding there all along. The moment she saw me, her lips curved into a taunting smile.
“Agnes? You finally decided to come out?” she said lightly. “You saw how much Ridley dotes on me and our son. I thought you’d be crying in the restroom all day.”
I met her gaze without flinching, forcing a faint and brittle smile.
“Relax,” I said flatly. “What you want isn’t necessarily what I want. It’s just a man. If you want him, he’s yours.”
Her cold laugh cut through the air.