She Forced Me Out Of My Own Lake House—And Triggered A Reckoning

a reunion.”

My grip tightened on the phone. “I absolutely did not. When would I have done that? Marcus, we haven’t spoken in three weeks. Not since that dinner where Vanessa spent the entire time on her phone.”

“She showed me text messages,” Marcus insisted, his voice taking on that defensive tone I remembered from childhood, the one he used when he continue reading …