"Wow, he gave you the family heirloom? Your position as Mrs. Rivera is set in stone now. You're going to be a rich man's wife—don't forget about us little people!"
"Well, he did pick up the tab for everyone. Shows how much he values our Fiona."
"Why are you still calling him your sugar daddy? He's your husband now!"
"This calls for a celebration! Come on, let's raise a glass to Fiona—congratulations on your successful upgrade!"
I gripped my wine glass until my knuckles went white.
The words tore out of me before I could stop them.
"Aren't you worried his wife will find out? Your sugar daddy is the one at fault—he'll lose everything in the divorce."
Fiona's smile was smug, utterly confident.
"Not worried at all. He transferred all the assets ages ago. He's even made it look like the company is drowning in debt. When they divorce, his wife won't just walk away empty-handed—she'll be saddled with massive debt."
"Just thinking about how every luxury I buy for myself and my child will be paid for by that worn-out hag slaving away... it gets me so excited!"
My stomach churned as if filled with spinning razor blades, the pain making the room tilt around me.