The face of the woman was cut out, but she was irrelevant anyway. Lucielle didn't care about her as the woman hadn't made a commitment to her.
Floyd had, and he'd lied to her.
She was calling him before she'd even realized what she was doing, as if her body was on autopilot.
He picked up the phone with the same charming smile in his voice that he always had for her, only instead of filling her heart with a familiar joy, she felt a blinding rage.
"Is that the same tone of voice you use with your other woman?" She spat into the phone before she could stop herself.
There was a moment of silence on his end, no doubt for him to come up with more lies.
"Lucielle? What's going on? You don't sound like yourself."
"I don't feel like myself," she admitted with a smidge less hatred aimed in hi
