ater, the tr

ore his serious, "CEO" face-the one he used whe

roblem," he said. "Toxic blac

ng a vintage Chanel dress she had found at a consignment s

errible," she

while it's remediated. I told th

't ask.

o mold. This was the mo

room. He was holding a large plastic cup filled with

lking slowly, a smir

idn't slow down. He

" he y

The cup flew f

oded over Celena's lap. It soaked instantly

p, but the damage was do

d by the mess on the rug than the state of his

iping a glob of kale from her

imed in, leaning against the doorframe. "Yo

a physical blow. The sticky

ster. He was che

snapped. But it didn'

. Her voice was steady, cutt

prised. "Good. I knew

," she continued.

u mean?" Fo

Dune Road. The one listi

lent. Foster cho

...

have a place to go on weekends, I can be the per

, but he needed her compliant. He needed her to finish the PR strategy for the m

ing in Foster's ear.

hroat. "That's a lot

han a divorce,"

she knew the marriage was fake. He t

. "I'll have le

ded. "As a post-nuptial

len

d the boy

the "mold" lie he had just construc

snapped. "I

room to change. She left the green-stai

nd dollars. The house wa

. It was a