Page 84 of The Lies I've Told
“Wait, what the fuck?” I had to read that last part twice, my mind reeling.
Sadie?
Who the hell was Sadie?
Restroom.
We met in a restroom! Right before the meeting!
Oh my gosh, she was the newbie.
Well, that was quick.
Says the woman who is in love with another man.
Shut up, brain.
I scrolled down in the article, and sure enough, there was a picture of my former boss and lover with the woman I’d met in the restroom—Sadie Howlett.
Maybe she was the one who sent the email?
The moment my mind went there, I immediately shut it down.
Because, really, what did it matter?
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. But either way, it didn’t change what was happening in my life, right now.
I’d moved on.
Shaking my head, I stuffed the phone back in my pocket and went on my way.
I’d thought I’d feel more when I found out Lorenzo had moved on.
More of what? I didn’t know.
Anger or sadness maybe?
But the only thing I really felt was pity, because I knew what they had wasn’t love.
It was barely even lust.
Sadie was just the next distraction in a never-ending line Lorenzo kept to occupy himself. We were there to alleviate his boredom, and sure, he played the role well, making us feel special during our short little stint but we weren’t.
We were what we were.
An amusement.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And, eventually, Sadie would come to this sad realization, too. I only hoped she someday found someone who showed her the true meaning of love, as I had.
Just a few days ago, revenge had been my top priority. Revenge and finding a new job. I’d wanted to prove to whoever had sent that email that it didn’t faze me.
And, had I been that same girl I was then, this news would have rocked me to the core. Now, I couldn’t care less.
What a difference a few days made.
Well, that, and a hunk of a man. No, not just any hunky man.
