He threw down the words like a gauntlet, grabbed his jacket off the couch, and walked out without looking back.
I watched him go. Not a single ache. Not a trace of longing.
I cleared the untouched dishes from the table as if nothing had happened, slow and methodical.
I hadn't eaten all day. I was starving.
But every dish on the table contained seafood. I was allergic. I couldn't touch any of it.
My gaze fell on the pair of earrings Morton had tossed carelessly onto the table. I let out a bitter laugh.
His so-called anniversary gift was nothing but a freebie thrown in when he'd bought Zara Fox a necklace.
But none of this was the real reason. It was simply the last straw.
I had spent seven years chasing Morton Harding like a lovesick fool.
In college, when I found out his family had nothing, I funded him anonymously.
Then Zara Fox impersonated me and started dating him in my place.
Morton believed her first, and no matter how I tried to explain, he was convinced I was lying.
After graduation, Morton's mother was in a car accident.
Zara dumped him and left the country.
I was the one who paid for the surgery. Every last dollar.
Out of gratitude, Morton married me.