showed her the prepaid messages. She showed me months of conversations with Grant.
He had repeatedly told her his divorce was almost final.
“I paid for the resort,” I told her.
“You did?”
“He used the credit card connected to our joint account.”
Her mouth fell open.
For the first time since meeting, we both laughed.
It was not joyful laughter.
It was the stunned reaction of two women realizing the same man had deceived them in increasingly absurd ways.
When it faded, Tessa leaned forward.
“What do you want
