My brows furrow at the way Shayla’s tone has become oddly...circumspect.
She closes the folder in front of her. Sets down her pen. When she looks up at me again, her expression is still warm, but there’s something careful in it now. Something professional in a way that makes my stomach clench without understanding why.
“I know this can feel intrusive, but as your lawyer, I need to confirm certain details for our records.”
“Of course.” I’m genuinely confused. The arrangement I have with my husband is the best. The past eight years have been nothing short of perfect, and—
“Our files indicate an amendment to your marital agreement,” Shayla says quietly, “dated approximately six years ago. This amendment acknowledges that your husband maintains a long-term companion outside your marriage, with monthly financial provisions allocated for her residential and personal expenses.” She pauses. “I need to confirm for our records that you were aware of and consented to this arrangement.”
The words reach my ears.
But they don’t make sense.
I hear them, but they’re just...sounds. Shapes. Nothing that connects to meaning.
Long-term companion.
Monthly financial provisions.
Residential and personal expenses.
“Mrs. Gazis?”
Shayla’s voice sounds very far away.
“I’m...sorry.” I try but fail to keep my voice from wobbling. “Could you...could you repeat that?”
Leonidas...
Mistress...
Six years.
Property purchased by him...for her.
All expenses paid.
“According to the documents we received from your previous counsel, this arrangement was reviewed and approved by your designated executor.” A pause. “With your consent.”
The room tilts.
My ginger lemonade sits untouched, growing cold.
And my heart...
Who knew my heart could hurt this much for a man I’m not in love with?
