She asked what else I wanted.
I had only two conditions.
"Don't suppress the news about Russ wanting a divorce or his affair. And don't tell him I'm pregnant."
The demand came that morning.
By afternoon, Sapphire had already pulled strings to push through my divorce.
I slipped in the wireless earpiece the Captain had given me.
Then I made myself impossible to miss.
I hit the upscale boutiques, loading up on jewelry and designer pieces—all charged to Russ's card.
Russ was out with Chloe when his phone started buzzing. Transaction alerts, one after another.
He glanced at the screen. His buddies caught the notifications too, and knowing smirks spread around the table.
"Come on, Russ—women love playing hard to get. First they say they don't want your money, then when you stop paying attention, suddenly they're swiping your card to get it back."
"Exactly. Old clothes, new clothes—unworn is always best."
Russ laughed, pulling Chloe onto his lap. "Cut the crap, all of you. Chloe's the only one I want. Keep running your mouths and making her upset, and we're going to have a problem."
My phone lit up with WeChat messages from his friends.
A few were photos—Russ and Chloe, wrapped around each other.