Vanessa’s eyes darted to the case, then back to Jack.
“Wait, those aren’t just from Jack,” she blurted. “Exactly,” I said, flipping open the case to reveal its contents. It had diamond bracelets, ruby necklaces, and earrings that sparkled under the apartment’s soft lighting.
‘From James, December 2022.’”
Then, I looked at Jack and shook my head. “You weren’t her only ‘sweet boyfriend,’ Jack,” I announced. “Turns out, Vanessa here is quite the collector.”
Jack’s gaze landed on Vanessa and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Vanessa, is this true?” he asked. “Are you seeing other men?”
“Jack, I can explain,” she said. “Those are just gifts!
They don’t mean anything.”
“Right,” I scoffed. “Gifts from all your other boyfriends who helped fund this little fantasy life of yours.”
“You told me I was the only one!” Jack yelled. “That you loved me!”
She crossed her arms and looked straight into his eyes. “Oh, grow up, Jack,” she said. “Did you really think I’d wait around for you to leave your wife and kids?
Please!”
His shoulders slumped as her words crushed his delusions. I almost felt sorry for him, but I wasn’t done yet. “And Jack,” I said, stepping closer.
“That prenup you insisted on? The one that punishes infidelity? It guarantees I get everything now that you’ve cheated.
So, congratulations! You’re homeless and penniless.”
“Liz, please,” he cried. “We can talk about this—”
“No, Jack,” I said firmly.
