"You want him so badly? He's yours."
Sophie didn't believe a word.
As she passed me, she leaned in close. "Elena Fox, being a sore loser is pointless."
"Look at you—all that pretty makeup, and Andrew still divorced you."
"Face it. A woman like you, a failure who couldn't keep her man? Once your looks fade, no amount of makeup will save you."
"But me? I'll be a better Mrs. James than you ever were." She smiled. "Thanks for the spot."
I met her provocative gaze and let a mocking smile spread across my face.
"You really are something special." I tilted my head. "A woman with your talent for climbing into men's beds—hard to find, even in Havenport."
Sophie's expression shifted instantly, her eyes reddening on cue. "Andrew, look at her..." Her voice trembled. "I was kind enough to offer Elena a ride, and she doesn't just refuse—she humiliates me like this."
Andrew James, who'd been leaning against the car smoking and eyeing me up and down, went cold. "Elena Fox, let me make this clear one more time." He flicked ash off his cigarette. "Sophie isn't a mistress. You and I were already over. She just happened to walk into my life." He paused for effect. "She's my true love."