I wanted to hear more, but suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. I fumbled to answer it,
embarrassed.
Zane’s voice came through the line, cold and direct.
“I have a gala tonight. You’re coming with me as my date. I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
I blinked, confused. Weren’t we supposed to be “broken up“?
He had even wired me a breakup fee and told me never to show my face again. So why was he calling me now?
But hey, only a fool would turn down easy money.
I quickly gave him my address.
On the other end of the line, Zane stared at the address I sent, his expression smug and
self–assured.
“She really does love me,” he thought. “She’s so obsessed she can’t even stay away–she’s gone back to the places we shared memories together.”
