“Of course,” Brandon chuckled. “She wanted it, but I bought it for you. It looks better on you anyway. Blue brings out your eyes.”
My stomach churned. He had outbid himself, humiliated me in secret, just to give my desire to his mistress.
“Oh, Brandon!” The sound of kissing followed. “Do you love me?”
“Yes. You know I do.”
“Then why not divorce her?” Denise whined. “Please. Let’s get married. I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of being the other woman.”
“I can’t. Not yet,” Brandon said, his voice dropping to a serious whisper. “I’ll divorce her soon. Once I get my inheritance from my grandpa. The clause says I have to be married, never divorced my wife, to receive the trust fund. It will be released next month.”
“Next month?”
“Yes. Just hang on. Besides,” he added, a nervous edge entering his tone, “you know how your brother would react if he learned about us, right? Kyle would kill me. He never like me dating you, let alone cheating on my wife.”
I stepped back, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I froze.
But they were too busy.
“Just a little longer,” Denise murmured.
“Yes, just a little longer,” I also whispered to myself. “You’ll never see me again.”