He knelt and placed a pink diamond on Shannon’s hand.
Shannon gasped, eyes wide. “This is the final item from Paris’ auction a few days ago. Worth a hundred million. Am I… worthy?”
“You’re my woman, baby.” He kissed her gently, and my blood froze. “Of course you’re worthy. Happy fourth anniversary, my wife.”
And I stood there, broken, watching the man I loved, the man who’d sworn I was his world, give himself to someone else.
...
I didn’t leave the mountain until his black car disappeared down the road. I just stood there for a long time, like my body forgot how to move, like if I moved everything would become real.
My phone started vibrating in my hand. I looked down at it, numb, and tapped the screen.
[Danica, I’m on my way home. I can’t wait to celebrate our seventh anniversary with my darling. Love you.]
For a second, I didn’t react. Then I laughed. God… I laughed so hard I had to bend over, my shoulders shaking, tears streaming down my face like I’d gone insane. Seventh anniversary? He had just finished celebrating four years with another woman, and now he was coming home to celebrate seven years with me? What was I to him? A joke? A pet? Or just… someone too stupid to notice?