“Haven’t I already started doing that?” she said, her tone playful, as if this was all just a game to her. She chuckled softly, the sound grating on my nerves, and before I could think of a response to counter that bitter truth, she stepped into the elevator and left, leaving me standing there, feeling smaller than ever.
I thought about how I could make things right between Keaton and me. For a moment I thought maybe our relationship was worth saving. It’s been five years since we got married. At the beginning, everything was wonderful. Keaton was warm, caring, and attentive. But now, he had become distant, cold, and stoic, all because of her—Lacey. I don’t know much about Lacey, except that she used to be a C-class model, someone who was barely known. But somehow, she’s managed to turn my marriage upside down.
“Lacey wasn’t even that famous,” I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel as I waited outside Keaton’s company building. “How did she manage to get her claws into him?”