"Coming." Karen couldn't be bothered to put on her shoes and ran straight to the door.
But she was cautious, peering through the peephole before swinging it open.
It wasn't Jeffrey. It was his ex.
Suddenly, Karen felt a twinge of annoyance. This one was nothing like the woman she'd bumped into at the mall, who had at least the ability to read the room. But this one was clingy, like chewing gum stuck to the sole of your favorite sneakers.
Karen toyed with the idea of pretending she wasn't home, but the woman outside had already started shouting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I know you're there, open up. We need to talk." Silence.
She even knew Karen was home. Had she bugged the place? With a sigh, Karen draped a cardigan over her shoulders and slipped into a pair of loafers before opening the door. If she was going to face her romantic rival, she wasn't about to do it looking like she'd just rolled out of bed.
Paige's eyes widened at the sight of Karen.
"What are you doing here?" Quick as a whip, Karen realized the comment had been intended for Jeffrey. She scoffed internally at the thought that she'd been worried about this woman's "powers." "In Jeffrey's house, seeing his fiancée, what's so surprising? But bumping into his ex, now that's unexpected." Karen's sharp tongue was no stranger to Paige.
And Paige knew better than to expect any concessions in a war of words.
"Where's Jeffrey?" she asked, masking her irritation.
"You're looking for him?" Karen feigned ignorance.
Paige's cheeks flushed with anger. "Of course, who else?" Karen feigned a laugh. "Well, if you're looking for him, why ask me? Don't tell me you've lost his number. Or maybe you called and he's not picking up?" "You—" "Me what?" Karen stepped back, appraising her with a snort. "You thought | wouldn't be at Jeffrey's place, and you could just swoop in for a sleepover, huh? Is that why you are dressing so slutty?" At a loss for words, Paige could only retort weakly, "I am not." "Please, it's barely 50 degrees out, and I'm shivering under the covers while you're knocking on a man's door in shorts and a tight sweater, telling me you're not here to seduce my fiancé? That's rich. You might as well slap me with your intentions." "I... always dress like this. Jeffrey loves my legs," Paige blurted out defensively.
Karen glanced down at Paige's legs—fair and long. Jeffrey did have good taste.
"I see. Well then, why don't you just cut them off and leave them here? I'll make sure to pass them to Jeffrey when he gets back." Silence.
"Going to do it? No? Then I'm closing the door. It's freezing." She had work to do, after all.
Paige backed down, frustration evident on her face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPaige wanted to spill the beans about the baby to the woman in front of her, and to wipe that smug look off her face. But just thinking about Jeffrey's viciousness the last time he grabbed her by the neck and warned her not to talk about it, she was truly afraid.
"Don't think that just because you've moved into this mansion, you'll end up marrying Jeffrey." "Have you ever lived here?" Karen was genuinely curious.
But seeing Paige's reaction, Karen felt satisfied.
It seemed Jeffrey had been telling the truth.
He'd never brought another woman home.
"I'm going to be Jeffrey's wife sooner or later. Karen, you shouldn't be too smug about it, because you're no match for me." In any aspect, there was no comparison.
Karen smacked her lips, arms crossed over her chest as she stared down her adversary, "You should save that speech for Jeffrey because, unlike you, I'm the one he's been begging to marry him. You? You're the one he wouldn't take back even if you came gift-wrapped.”