Valerie didn't even try to hide it. She tugged at Adam's sleeve, blinking up at him. "I hit her. Are you going to be mad at me, Adam? I just lost my temper when she threw the dress on the ground. I couldn't help myself."
"You know how I am. I've always had a bad temper."
Adam pulled her against him by the waist. "I'm not mad. She deserved it."
Valerie flashed me a triumphant little smile.
I smiled too. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I smiled. I'm the fool here.
But even a fool only had to endure three more days of this. Three days, and I would vanish from their world for good.
Adam, I hope you don't end up the same way as the man who ruined my mother.
Eighteen years later, she'd still be repenting online for what she did that night.
"I'm sorry, Valerie. I shouldn't have thrown your gown on the floor."
But Valerie had no intention of letting me off that easily. "An apology should look like an apology. Otherwise, I'll think you're not sincere."
"Then what would you have me do?"
"Tell everyone here that you wanted to be Adam Sanchez's mistress. That you're just as slutty as your mother. Oh wait, no. You're worse than your mother."
"I don't want to be anyone's mistress. Adam and I are done."