"What do you want?" She snapped on the phone when Reagan answered her call.
"Revenge," he answered back.
Tiffany went quiet for a long time, thinking of her answer. She was desperate and her desperation was pushing her to the edge, losing her patience to wait for Lilly to do according to her plan. If she could not do the simplest act of seducing her own husband, she could not be expected to do something useful in the future, adding to the fact that she really hates what Lilly represents—the life that she wished she had.
She exhaled a deep breath, accepting the truth that she had been denying wasn't easy on her pride. She wished she had Lilly's life. She wished she was the heir of a multi-string of high-end fashion stores. She wished she had a husband that was an heir to a multi-million dollar empire.
