I let out a quiet laugh. I hated that bitch Evelyn. The way she looked at Dominic. The way she touched his arm. The way she pretended she wasn’t trying to steal something that belonged to me. You saw it too. Don’t act like you didn’t. So I befriended her, had drinks with her, laughed at her stupid stories and her “I have cancer, please pray for me” sob story.
And while she wasn’t looking…
I slipped Dominic’s sleeping pills into her drink.
Two.
Maybe five.
Seven?
I shrug.
Honestly… I don’t fucking remember.
I laugh softly.
I just sped up her death.
She deserved it. The cigarette burns between my fingers as I exhale again. It’s crazy to me that Sera did the same thing. But I guess that’s not surprising.
After all…
The three of us are the same person.
Yes, I said three.
Is that confusion or shock on your face?
Hmn. Maybe both.
You hated them too. Don’t pretend you didn’t. You hated them both. Why does Sophie have to look at him like that, like she’s already pictured herself in my place, like she’s just waiting for him to slip and choose her? Why does she keep glancing at him across the restaurant like she’s not-so-subtly begging for him to look back?
Okay, were Sera’s actions wrong? Maybe. That’s up for debate. But we both know Sophie had her eyes on him. Sera just ended the problem before she turned into another Evelyn.
So if you’re asking me… she did what had to be done. And Evelyn. Sweet, fragile Evelyn with her soft voice and tragic little story. The kind of woman people call “good.” The kind who probably had a straight shot to heaven.
Until she snaked her way into my marriage. So whatever golden ticket she thought she had? Torn.
I’ll see that bitch in hell.
And Lucien is so far above her league.
I couldn’t control everything Sera was doing, but I felt it. Every second of it. The pull. The heat. The way she looked at him like he was something to be devoured.
Jesus.
I can’t believe she fell for someone that fast.
Then again… who am I kidding?
I fell for Dom the same night I met him. Played the part, too. Pretended I was saving myself for marriage. Oh, he ate that right up. I lasted, what, five days? Maybe less. Men are so easy. Say the right things, look at them the right way, and they’ll build a fantasy around you all on their own. Sera did have good taste, though. Lucien is dangerously easy to want. I wonder if he’ll notice the difference between Sera and I.
That’s what I’m curious about.
I stare at my reflection a second too long.
And for just a flicker—
