Chapter 4

"What?!" Mario went ballistic.

He grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening.

"Who gave you the right to delete that account? Do you have any idea how much the mortgage on this place is?"

I used my free hand to slap him across the face. Hard.

"This is my apartment," I spat. "It has nothing to do with you!"

Seeing that I wasn't playing, Mario softened his tone, trying to hug me.

"Stop being dramatic, babe. Samantha said she wore that dress by accident."

"She didn't mean to upstage you. Don't be so petty."

I pushed him off. Oh right, he didn’t know I already knew about their affair.

I smirked. "Oh, really? I guess I misjudged her, then."

Seeing my attitude soften, Mario leaned in to hug me again.

But his phone rang. He checked the screen, muttered something about an emergency at his new startup, and rushed out.