Amy rarely came to our house—or rather, the house that still legally belonged to both Daniel and me, as the property division process had yet to reach its conclusion.
Yet, here she was today, stepping into the threshold with deliberate elegance, clad in a champagne-colored dress impeccably tailored to obscure the subtle swell of her belly.
The moment she entered, a gasp escaped her lips. Eyes wide with childlike wonder, she surveyed the room.
Though the jealousy and greed lurking beneath her gaze were impossible to miss.
Had it not been for those poisonous flecks in her expression, even I might have grudgingly admitted what Daniel clearly saw: she was, indeed, a beauty.
Daniel wasted no time slipping into his role as the attentive gentleman. He led her on an enthusiastic tour of the h
