Chapter 11
[Cordelia]
“I’m surprised to see you here.” Sydney’s reflection takes up most of the mirror. Her face is twisted into a small, mysterious smile.
She is holding a full glass of champagne in her finely manicured hands as she circles me. Everything about her glows–her hair, her gown, the points on her stiletto shoes.
“Do you like my outfit?” she takes a sip of her champagne before adding “Atlas bought it for me. I didn’t need him to, of course, but he does like to spoil me.”
“Um hmm,” I murmur, “Excuse me, I…”
She puts her empty hand down on the counter, blocking me in. “He’s very generous,” she takes a moment to gently caress the jade necklace that graces her neck like the kisses of a lover, “but I’m sure you already know that.”
The way she hits that last word, like an accusation, tells me that she knows it isn’t true.
Seeing the hurt in my eyes, she digs deeper. “You should have seen him this week. I was so proud of him. We have been working late nights all year. He looked so powerful with me on his arm as he signed that merger joining my family business to his.”
She makes it sound like a marriage, not a business deal.
“I won’t get too technical, I’m sure you wouldn’t understand,” she brushes me off, “I mean, I am a businesswoman, and you…What was it that you do again for work?”
“I’m a I try to speak, but she interrupts me.
“That’s right,” She mocks, “You are a housewife. You didn’t even finish school.” She glances at me in the mirror, capturing my eyes with her gaze. “A man like Atlas Steele is so out of your league. He’s going to forget about you soon enough if he hasn’t done so already.”
Sydney then tilts herself forward, smirking as her drink spills down the open front of my dress.
My beautiful, borrowed, designer dress.
Acting without thinking, I turn around and hit her face with so much force that she stumbles backward on her stilt–like heels, crashing into the stall door and landing with a hard thwack.
“Shut. Up.” My fists are clenched as I glare at her fallen form, my hand still stinging from slapping her. You have no idea what I’ve had to endure,” As I exit the bathroom, I look over my shoulder one last time. In the future, I’d appreciate it if you kept your nose out of my business.”
Stepping outside, I look everywhere for Tilly. I want to go home and put this nightmare of a night behind me. It’s cold, my feet hurt and a chill breeze is sticking the dress to the front of my body.
My phone rings. Pulling it out of the jacket pocket I flip it open. “Hello?”
“Good news!” my lawyer chirps in a bright voice that feels jarring while I live in my misery. “Your divorce papers are ready to sign.”
Chapter 11
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Looking over, I see Atlas marching towards me, his gaze hard, his face red. Sydney is a few feet behind him, crying on somebody’s shoulder.
“Perfect,” I respond. “Just in time. I’ll have to call you back.”
I take a step back. “You know what, never mind,” I growl, my chest heaving. “I’m done with you, I’m done with everything! If I’m such a terrible person,” I gasp, “Why don’t you just sign the goddamn divorce papers!”
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