Isaac didn’t even look up from the mirror where he was adjusting his tie. “You will. It’s the company’s anniversary, and people already think you’re unstable. Don’t make it worse.”
Unstable. That was his new name for me.
Naomi appeared in the doorway, luminous in a silver silk dress, and looking like the picture of innocence. “Come with us, Cass,” she said sweetly. “Everyone’s forgiven you. It’ll be good for you to see people again.”
Forgiven me. Like I did something wrong in the first place. I didn’t need their forgiveness, they could take it all and shove it down their throats.
And as much as I didn’t want to attend this party, I knew that I had to. I couldn’t let them think I was hiding. If Naomi and Isaac could show their faces even after everything they had done, then I could too.
By the time we arrived, the ballroom glittered with champagne and diamonds. Conversations dropped to murmurs as I walked in behind my husband and my best friend whose hands were entangled like they were a couple. I could feel every stare and every whisper as I walked.
“That’s her, the one who—”
“She actually came?”
“Her poor husband, still standing by her…”