"Yes, yes," he said, cutting me off. "She invited me to the Maldives to celebrate an accomplishment of hers. You know we haven’t shared good moments for ages. I couldn’t turn her down."
"You did it at the expense of my happiness and lied—"
"I didn’t lie," he snapped. "Forget about it. I apologized already." Without another word, he pecked my cheek, a gesture so empty it made my skin crawl and walked back to his car.
Later that night, we stepped into the hall, and the sight hit me like a wave. The chandeliers sparkled like starlight, and people were dressed in the finest attire. I glanced down at my simple outfit—a modest dress that Skyler didn’t even bother to notice when he picked me up earlier. He, of course, looked impeccable, wearing a sleek black suit that clung to his muscular frame like it was made for him, the Alpha everyone admired. His hair was perfectly styled, his jaw sharp as ever. He looked every bit the powerful leader they saw him as.
As we walked in, heads snapped in our direction, but no one saw me. It was as if I wasn’t there. I felt small and out of place. How had I believed they would ever accept me?