It would be a lie if she told Sage she was upset Terrence had relocated to another state. She stood ten toes down in her honesty, relinquished from the duty of being the dutiful wife she told the young woman she was feeling great about her would be ex-husband's choice to flee.

Dulcet, California wasn't the smallest town nor was it the biggest. Miles away from the bustle and bumper to bumper traffic of L.A. but not too far removed from the modern comfort of a nearby Target; running into familiar faces was a commonality. It was the reason she was standing in the presence of the woman that slept with her husband in the hospital lobby. Her stomach was still warm from the lube slathered on her for the ultrasound and the mistress thought it was the perfect time to ask if she'd heard from Terrence.

Katrina's first instinct was to ignore Sage's words and keep walking. No one would blame her but another side of her won as she eased her steps to a halt and entertained the intern. The petty side. Informing Sage of Terrence's decision gave her a twisted thrill. Maybe it was because the woman stood in her house and assumed to know more than her about her own husband or maybe it was because it reassured her that Terrence really did love her. She didn't want to deal on the why but she did enjoy being a Petty Betty.

Well, for a moment at least before she detached the glistening of building tears in Sage's eyes. Was the jilted wife feeling pity for the side chick? Oddly she was. She didn't know what or if he was feeding the woman lies about the status of the relationship or the condition of it. All she knew was that her husband was masterful at lying. She felt sorry for Sage but she wasn't going to stand in the lobby of Hope General soothing the broken heart of the co-conspirator that caused hers to fragment.

She gave the woman her salutations and walked away hoping they both made better choices picking men in the future. And hopefully they won't choose the same one since that apparently have the same taste.

******

It would take five hours for her to pack all her belongings at the rental house and another six to go through all the things she packed and determine where she'd put it in the house. Not wanting to spend eleven hours on the tedious task, she decided to stop being a thoughtful spender and splurged on the moving service. Being the only child of Rosemary Bailey had one perk, a hefty trust. Her mom was the daughter of a very wealthy investment banker father and real estate maven mother. Six digit and seven digit figures in the form of stocks, bonds, and insurance policies were bestowed to her mom when her parents died. And thus those funds were handed down to her when her mother passed.

The regulation of the trust was specific, the money would only go to the offspring of Rosemary Bailey and so on and so forth until there aren't any heirs of that line or until all funds have been spent. Spouses didn't have any claim to the funds which is why Katrina never told Terrence of her many riches.

So, from the looks of it, she also withheld a secret from him. At the present moment as she watched Keir break down the last box she knew she made the right choice. She didn't know the exact balance of the trust but she knew it was eight figures. Which was why she wasn't going to fight for alimony or child support. All she wanted was a speedy and clean divorce.

"Thai or Mexican?" Keir asked, placing the broken down box on a stack with the others.

Katrina looked up from the fan deck of paint choices. "Pizza and wings."

"Do you have a heat preference?" He asked, grabbing his phone from the marble coffee table.

"The hotter the better." She replied, holding an assortment of reds up to the back wall.

"Too hot and you'll get heartburn."

"Yeah." She nodded knowing he was right. "So, not habanero hot but scotch bonnet hot."

"Got it." He tapped on his phone, putting in their order. "Scarlet red. That's a bold choice."

"Too bold?" She glanced over her shoulder to read his expression.

"It's your sitting room." He sidled up to her. "Do you want to be bold?"

She didn't know. All she knew was she wanted color. Terrence was a lover of neutrals and minimalism. To compromise she had the walls painted in a toasted oat with browns, greens and grays furniture and accents throughout the house. Now that she didn't have to factor in his interest she wanted to add a splash of vibrancy. Some reds, blues, oranges, and yellows to add a little excitement and personality to the dwelling—her personality unbridled.

"I am bold." She replied, with a smirk as her sight settled on a different variation of red; burgundy. "But this is the color; sophisticated, unique, and exciting."

"Like you."

"Like me." Her grin grew as she faced him to learn he'd been peering at her already. She handed him the fan deck. "Which color are you?

"Hmm." He sounded, accepting the swatches. She studied the crinkle of his eyebrows as he searched for a color that lured his interest and ignited his synapse. He passed the reds, the oranges and settled in the options between the greens and the blues. "This seems like me."

"Turquoise." She read the black font beneath the color block.

"It makes me think of the ocean; calm, powerful, and assured."

"I can see that." She nodded. "You have been my calming force during my storm."

The corners of his mouth ticked slowly before turning into a smile as he tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear that got free from the messy bun she situated at the top of her head quickly that morning before taking Clive for a long walk. "It's been a pleasure."

It was in the delicate way his fingertips brushed over her ear, the certainty of his statement and the warmth that warred with passion and adoration in his eyes that caused the next words to slip over her tongue, "I want to kiss you."

"And what's stopping you?" He asked, tipping up her chin so his eyes were the only thing in her view.

The answer to that question was as clear as glass. It all felt right. "Nothing."

Why do you think Katrina felt sorry for Sage?

Do you think Katrina made the right choice not telling Terrence about her trust fund? Why do you think she kept it to herself?

Do you agree with the adjectives Katrina and Keir used to described themselves with?

What do you think it means that "it all felt right," means to Katrina?