the wedding, get your name on the condo. Then refinance. She won’t leave once there are kids.”
Ethan answered:
“Relax. Claire hates conflict. She’ll cave.”
The champagne bubbles hissed in the silence.
Denise stopped smiling.
Ethan stared at me like I had become someone else.
I hadn’t.
I was simply the woman he should have realized he was dealing with.
Ethan’s first response was anger.
His second was negotiation.
His third was panic.
“That was private,” he snapped.
“So was my home.”
“You’re twisting a conversation.”
“I’m playing it exactly
