“What?”
“This is ridiculous.”
“It really is.”
“My husband cheated on me with your fiancée.”
“Correct.”
“Then my ex-husband invited me to their wedding specifically to humiliate me.”
“Apparently.”
“So I hired you—her ex-fiancé—to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
Julian nodded slowly.
“That does appear to be what happened.”
I laughed harder.
He started laughing too.
By the time we climbed into the car, I had tears running down my face.
“This has to be the most efficient revenge arrangement in human history,” I said.
Julian started the engine.
“I’d like it noted that my agency did not charge extra for karmic coincidence.”
I expected him to drop me off and disappear.
That would have been reasonable.
Instead, when we reached my apartment, I said,
“I have champagne.”
He looked at me.
“Is this still part of the assignment?”
“I think we’ve exceeded the original scope.”
“Then technically I’m off duty.”
