Finally, we reached Margot. The bodyguard removed the rope, stepping aside as if presenting me to her like a defeated prize.
Margot’s eyes widened slightly when she saw me, disheveled and bleeding.
“You’re hurt?” she asked, feigning concern. The act was laughable.
I let out a dry chuckle, the corners of my mouth curling into a bitter smirk. “Truly deserving of the Best Actress title. That performance? Flawless.”
Margot frowned, her brow furrowing in what appeared to be confusion. “Frank, what are you—”
Before she could finish, Steven stepped forward, cutting her off with his sickeningly polished smile.
“Oh, I heard about it,” he said casually. “Frank was probably harassed by some of my fans. They can get a little… overzealous sometimes.”
I followed his gaze to the couple’s ring glinting on his finger. My stomach churned. It was the same ring design Margot and I had picked out together, the one she had claimed she 'lost.'
Seeing it on Steven’s hand was the final blow.
“They didn’t mean any harm,” Steven continued, his tone dripping with faux innocence. “They were just upset that Frank hasn’t apologized for the trouble he’s caused. You know how passionate fans can be.”