The End Of a Marriage.
Chapter 58
Colette frowned as they reached the sidewalk. “Where’s your car?” she asked, glancing at Zoe suspiciously.
“I took a taxi,” Zoe replied nonchalantly, her lips curling into a smile. “Didn’t bring the car.”
Colette’s brows furrowed, but she said nothing. She was too tired, too emotionally drained to question it. Nodding, she flagged down another taxi and gave Zoe’s apartment address to the driver.
As the car rumbled down the streets, the city lights flashing by outside the window, Colette stared blankly ahead. She wasn’t seeing anything, her mind numb and her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had just happened,
And yet, through the thick fog of her despair, she became aware of something odd. Zoe was sitting beside her, humming softly to herself, her lips curling into a quiet smile. It was a song Colette recognized–an old hit from their high school days.
A sick feeling churned in Colette’s stomach. What was Zoe so happy about?
“What are you so happy about?” she asked, her voice low and wary. She turned to look at Zoe, her suspicion growing with every passing second.
Zoe immediately stopped humming, her smile faltering. “Nothing,” she said quickly, a little too quickly.
Colette narrowed her eyes. She had known Zoe long enough to recognize when she was hiding something. “Zoe?” she pressed, her tone growing sharper.
But Zoe just shook her head, avoiding Colette’s gaze. “It’s nothing, Itty. Stop nagging me.”
Colette’s suspicion deepened. “Why didn’t you bring your car?” she asked again, her voice now edged with suspicion.
Zoe shrugged, still refusing to meet her eyes. “I just didn’t feel like it, okay? Let it go.”
But Colette couldn’t let it go. Something was off. She had known Zoe for too long, and her instincts told her that something was very wrong. And then, her eyes fell on the duffel bag Zoe had been carrying.
“What’s in the bag?” Colette asked, her voice quiet but sharp with curiosity.
Zoe’s grip on the bag tightened. “Nothing important,” she said, a little too quickly again.
Before Colette could stop herself, she reached for the bag, her fingers curling around the zipper. Zoe yanked it away, but Colette wasn’t fast enough to let it go. In the ensuing struggle, the zipper broke open, revealing the contents inside.
Colette’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the items spilling out: a long, dark overcoat–clearly designed for a man–and a pair of spectacles with a thick, fake mustache attached.
“What the hell is this?!” Colette shrieked, her voice filled with shock and panic as she gaped at the bizarre disguise in Zoe’s bag.
Zoe’s face turned red, her eyes widening in a mix of embarrassment and defiance. “It’s… it’s nothing! Don’t shout at me!” she snapped.
“Nothing?! Zoe, what were you planning to do with this?!”
Zoe crossed her arms defensively. “It was your idea, remember? You said there were cameras everywhere, so if I had to plant drugs, I’d need a disguise. This is the disguise!”
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Chapter 58
Colette’s blood tan cold as she remembered the conversation they find weeks ago, a throwaway caniment the bad made when i was ranting meet her de boyfriend and how she wanted to plant drugs on his office desk to get him arrested. “Zoe, I told your Not to do it she cried, her online rating in pentas
panic gripped het.
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not a big deal. I just thought ”
“Zoe! What the hell were you thinking? What if the police find out?! Where did you even get cocaine?!” Colette’s voice trembled as she realized the fulf gravity of what Zoe had done.
Zoe shrugged again, as though it was the most casual thing in the world. “I have connections,” she said nonchalantly.
Colette stared at her, dumbfounded. “Connections?! Zoe, do you realize what you’ve done? You could go to jail! Just because you wanted to push your ex-
boyfriend!”
ex–boyfriend?*
Zoe’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. “Who said I did it to my ex-
Colette’s heart stopped. A slow, creeping sense of disbelief spread through her, tightening around her chest. “What… what do you mean?”
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Zoe’s smirk widened. “I didn’t plant the drugs on my ex–boyfriend. I planted them on Iris.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
