Billie.
I sigh as I unpack another box, glancing around my new house. It's not as big as Lexus's mega-mansion, but it's mine. Three bedrooms, a cozy kitchen, and a backyard big enough to sip coffee in the morning and pretend I have my life together. After the marriage contract ended, I knew I couldn't stay in that house. What was the point?
I set a few picture frames on the shelf—one with Riana, another with Luna, and an empty one I don't know what to do with yet. Maybe it should stay that way. A reminder that some spaces aren't meant to be filled.
The realtor who helped Riana and me find our business space also helped me get this house. It was a fast process—too fast. Maybe because I was in a hurry to move on. Maybe because I needed to be somewhere that didn't smell like him.
I unfold a blanket and throw it over the couch, but my hands pause. I want to be mad at Lexus. I want to hate him. But I can't.
