The bitch!
She was here to make me insecure, make me wonder why Aiden was putting so much effort into fixingus. And she was doing a fine job of it because hadn’t I already been worrying, wondering if Aiden’s moral compass, and not his heart, was making him want to reconcile?
“And how would you know?” I ask sweetly.
She licks her lips. “I’ve knownhimmy whole life. And the past two years, we’ve gottenveryclose. We’ve spent a lot of time together.” She looks me in the eye, holds my gaze. “You must know we’re having sex.”
My heart hammers at her words. She’s pushing all my buttons, and even knowing that I can’t help but feel the trauma she’s inflicting.
“Look, Diana, I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re fucking my ex-husband now or if you were fucking him while we were married,” I lie, and I think I do a good job of it because Diana goes pale.
“Mia, I just want you to understand that things are precarious and?—”
“Just tell me what you want and get the fuck out!” I blast her with all my irritation.
I hate this woman as much as I hate every member of the Winter family. Even Aiden…I hate him more than I love him right now.
“Leave Aiden alone.”
I shrug. “Okay.”
She shakes her head as if I don't understand what she’s saying. “I…you have to tell him to leave you alone.”
I’m about to answer when I see Aiden fill the doorway of the kitchen. “And why would shedo that, Diana?”
The shock that goes through Diana is entertaining as hell.
She turns so quickly that she almost stumbles.
“Aiden…ah…I…just wanted to talk to Mia about?—"
He lifts a hand to shut her the hell up. “Not interested in whatever lies or excuses you’re cooking up.”
“Take your girlfriend, fuck buddy, whoever she is, and get out of my house.” I pick up my knife with a shaky hand.
Edith assaults me, and now Diana is in my house telling me things I don’t want to know. The divorce is coming through sooner rather than later since we’ve both signed the paperwork and it’s filed.
And just for the record, I don’t care who Aiden is sleeping with.
Lies! Lies! Lies!
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Aiden comes to me and takes the knife out of my hand, and sets it into the kitchen sink.
Did he think I was going to use it?
The thought isn’t upsetting. Aiden thinking I could be capable of that makes me feel like I’ve passed the doormat wife phase into the pissed-off ex-wife one.
“She said you two have been fucking.” I use the crude term because the thought is poison inside me.
“I did not,” Diana protests. The mendacious bitch.
I pick up the phone. “It’s been recording since you got here.”
“That’s illegal,” Diana snarls, taking a step closer to meandmy phone.
I smile, saccharine, sarcastic. “For conversations, Vermont is a one-party consent state.”
She looks at Aiden, a plea in her eyes. “Aiden, I just?—”
