Chapter 5

Three days later, Andrew sent me a message.

He said if I showed up at the family dinner, he'd sign the divorce papers.

When I got to the villa, that familiar black car was already waiting by the curb.

I opened the back door and saw Carrie, leaning her head on Andrew's shoulder, munching on strawberries.

There was still cream smeared on her lips. She shot me a smug look. "Alison, you should sit in the front. It's a bit crowded back here."

Without a word, I opened the passenger door and got in. In the rearview mirror, I caught…