Page 98 of The Stranger

“When I’m bored, I stalk her on Instagram. She made an announcement a few weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I would’ve, eventually. How did you find out?”

“Dad told me.”

“Oh. And your thoughts?”

“I couldn’t care less. I feel sorry for the child, though. And may I ask why you stalk that woman’s social media posts? Doesn’t it upset you?”

“Not in the slightest. Like you, I feel sorry for their impending child … and in a way her as well.”

“How could you possibly feel sorry for that woman? She stole your husband.”

“She did me a favour. I may not have seen it in the beginning, but I see it now. I got my revenge by taking his company away from him, then I moved on. I’ve wasted enough of my life on that man. I refuse to give him another second.”

“Hmm.”

“Good for you,” Delilah chimes in, picking up her wine glass and holding it towards my mother. They share a smile as their glasses clink.

“I bought the rest of Dad’s shares in the company,” I say. “He’s gone for good.”

“When?” my mother asks, sitting up straighter in her chair.

“We signed the last of the papers today.”

“I certainly didn’t see that one coming.”

“Says the woman who just claimed she knows everything.”

“How did you manage that?” she asks.

“I have my ways.” There is no way I’m going to tell her about the secret files I had on him.

“What ways?”

“Just ways.”

“It was that delicious lawyer of yours, wasn’t it? What was his name again?” she asks, clicking her fingers.

“Logan,” I grumble. “And he’s married with two kids, Mother.”

“There is no harm in looking, Son. I might be old, but I’m not dead.”

When I hear Delilah giggle from beside me, my gaze snaps to her. “You find this funny?”

“Your mother has a point; he’s certainly easy on the eye.”

My mother throws back her head and laughs when I growl at my girlfriend.

“I adore you so much, Delilah,” she says. “I look forward to all the precious grandbabies you and my son are going to give me after the wedding.”

Delilah leans closer. “I told you she’d go there,” she mumbles under her breath.

“There is no wedding or babies in our immediate future, Mother.”

“As long as I know they’re coming one day, I can wait.”