Chapter 9
LILA
Ihadn’t expected Victor to take so long to come to the house, but he had. He’d hidden himself away at Enzo’s, sending text messages and trying to call me, but he hadn’t shown up.
Until tonight.
I sipped my ice-cold white wine and stared into the back garden through our patio doors, watching the night sky creep up on the daytime one.
The first knock made me tense my shoulders and grit my teeth, fear flooding me that I’d left it unlocked or something. That he’d just walk in like he used to. Then he knocked again, calling my name.
A fat lot of good that would do him.
“Lila? Please, I just want to talk.” His voice still burned my heart. How was it so familiar yet hiding layers of lies?
Tough fucking shit. You should have thought of that before you stuck your dick into that cunt. Literally.
“Lila?”
I sipped my wine, turning my attention to the front door. Any minute now, surely…
A smile played on my lips when I heard the jangle of keys, the scrape of the key against the lock.
And then…
“What the fuck?”
The wine tasted even better to the soundtrack of his disbelief.
“Lila!”
Oh, he was angry now, was he? Good.
“You changed the locks?! You can’t do that!”
And you can’t fuck someone else when you’re married, but you did.
He continued to bang on the door, and I just switched on some music, turning it up to drown out the noise.
Because fuck him. If he wanted to call the police to gain entry, he could be my guest. I’d happily move out. But if I could inconvenience him in any way, I would.
“Lila! This is fucking crazy, babe! Open the damn door! I own half of this house!”
I turned the volume up louder.