what he had just admitted.
“You told me she hated me.”
“I know.”
“You told me she said she couldn’t stand having me in this house.”
“I know.”
“You said you two had some huge argument.”
David looked away.
“There wasn’t really an argument like that.”
My stomach turned.
“What did you do?”
He covered his face for a moment.
Then finally said it.
“I told Chloe that you found her exhausting.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“I told her you wanted the house to yourselves.”
My voice dropped.
“You
