him one text.
“I’m the woman you lied to. The one you told you didn’t have a wife. Well… did you really think you’d get rid of me that easily?”
A few seconds later, the message changed to Read.
That was only the beginning.
Grant did not respond for ten minutes.
Then my phone buzzed.
“Who is this?”
Despite the nausea twisting my stomach, I smiled.
“You know who this is.”
Three dots appeared, disappeared, then returned.
“Tessa?”
So that was her name.
I had expected a denial or another
