"Besides, it's all old classmates. We should catch up."
I hadn't said anything.
Carter wasn't the social type either. The real reason he'd been so eager to attend was simple: he'd heard that Mia Prescott would be there. The girl who'd been voted the beauty queen back in school.
When I stayed silent, Carter pulled me into his arms, his voice low and coaxing.
"Serena, you're always complaining that I never acknowledge you on social media."
"I promise. Tonight, at the reunion, I'll tell everyone. About us."
I couldn't hold out against his relentless persuasion, so I agreed.
And now, with all these old classmates laughing at me for being a delusional fool who'd chased Carter for eight years with nothing to show for it, Carter sat there in silence. Not a single word.
The room plunged into a dead, awkward quiet.
I set down my knife and fork and let a cold smile curl across my lips.
"Who said I never caught him?"
Everyone exchanged glances, some leaning forward with barely contained excitement.
"Wait, are they actually a thing?"
The only person who knew the truth was Samuel. He knew I'd been Carter's girlfriend for eight years and was now his wife.