Dominic didn't follow. He didn't chase me in to explain, didn't bother with a few sweet words to smooth things over or tell me I'd misunderstood.
That wasn't how he operated. He'd let me stew, wait for me to cave, because he was absolutely certain I was just throwing a tantrum.
The door clicked shut behind me. His footsteps retreated down the stairs.
The next day, I went home to the Henson estate.
When my father heard the word "divorce," he pressed me immediately.
"You and Dominic have always been fine. Why divorce all of a sudden?"
"The two families' businesses are tangled up in each other. Do you have any idea how far-reaching a divorce would be?"
I walked over and refilled his teacup.
"Dad, Dominic's been having an affair. He's planning to hand the entire Calloway empire over to his mistress. Do you really think the Hensons should stay tied to that family?"
My father's head snapped up, shock carved into every line of his face.
"How is that possible?"
I couldn't blame him for not believing it. Dominic and I had been together since high school. When he proposed, he'd chartered hundreds of drones to paint a heart across the Ridgeport skyline.