Abby
Tiffany crosses her arms, waiting for my answer. I don’t really know what to say to her. He’s the one who divorced me, after all. It’s not like I set out to break his heart.
“I’m not the one who decided to get a divorce,” I say, opting for the truth.
She pushes her curtain of brown hair over her shoulder, revealing the muscular lines of her shoulders. “Is that so?”
I give Karl an exasperated look. You could jump in here at any time, my gaze says. “I’m not a liar.”
If she thinks she can come in here and blame me for everything, she’s wrong. I’m not going to let her walk all over me. Karl’s cousin or not, she has no right to make it seem like I’m the one at fault for Karl’s behavior. Whatever he’s done in the years since our divorce, that’s on him. I
