"I know exactly what kind of person you are. You got with me because of my last name, didn't you?"
One sentence turned every hope I'd ever carried into a joke.
His gaze was thin and cold, his voice a low warning.
"If you still want a career in this industry, you'll stay by my side and stop provoking Marina."
"Otherwise, I guarantee you'll be blacklisted by tomorrow."
He thought I'd cry and beg him not to.
But I only met his eyes, devoid of any love.
"That's exactly what I want. I'm done with this industry anyway."
I meant every word. And with complete sincerity, I added, "Oh, by the way, I'm getting married next month. Would you like to come?"
Abraham seized my wrist.
"What did you just say? Married?"
His eyes were bloodshot. When he saw how calm my face was, he suddenly let out a scoff.
"Playing hard to get, is that it? Maybe that used to work on me."
"But Marina hasn't cooled down yet. Wait until she has, and then you can try that little trick again."
I cut him off, too impatient for his delusions.
"Believe whatever you want."
"But for the record, I'm making a unilateral announcement: we're done."
Abraham laughed in disbelief.