Nora

"That scoundrel, he used me," I seethed silently, my anger boiling over as I watched Solange cozying up to him, her hand petting him as if he were some lapdog.

"I didn't call you up, Nora," he finally spoke, a note of confusion in his voice.

"The both of you should stop being all worked up," Solange interjected with a sly smile. "I was the one who called you up."

I felt utterly defeated, realizing I had trusted a man who had been nothing more than a liar and a serial cheater. "My husband directed that your table hand me ten million dollars," she explained. "I presumed that, being...