by Lilliana Anderson
“Hashtag that one ‘slaying life’,” Olivia suggested. “That bastard will see how happy you look and realise how badly he fucked up.” She sucked back on a cigarette then blew the smoke out in a rush. “Come to think of it. We need to go out tonight. That will really piss him off. You can post photos and everything.”
“Go out?” The idea seemed completely insane to me.
She stubbed out her cigarette in a small aluminium ashtray. “Yes, Cora. I love you, and I think you’re gorgeous, but lying on my couch for months on end, eating liqueur chocolates while watching Netflix isn’t doing a thing for your figure.”
“Jack always said that saying ‘but’ meant you could discount everything that was said before it.”
She picked up her Prada handbag and slid it over her arm. “Fuck Jack. You should discount everything he ever said to you before the moment you saw his butt as he pumped that Sally woman from behind in your marital bed.”
My stomach soured at the memory. “Don’t remind me.”
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