Dora's eyes went wild with panic. She lunged to shield him, then whirled and shoved me—hard.
I didn't see it coming. My feet tangled beneath me and I crashed to the ground.
Several jagged shards of glass bit deep into my palm. Blood welled up instantly, pooling in the creases of my hand.
Dora's gaze flickered to my bleeding hand. For just a heartbeat, something softened in her eyes.
Then she looked away, and when she spoke again, her voice was colder than before.
"Don't you dare play the victim! David, I must have been blind all these years to ever love you. You make me sick!"
"Don't think I can't live without you. Plenty of men would treasure what you threw away!"
"I don't want you anymore! Get out of my sight."
Voices rose around me, a chorus of contempt.
"Always knew there was something off about him. Finally showing his true colors."
"Ms. Fox made the right call. Marrying a man who can't keep it in his pants? Disgusting. Like stepping in dog shit."
"Cheating while still engaged—what a piece of trash. He deserves to be dumped."
Greg closed his eyes. When he looked at me again, all that remained was exhaustion and disappointment.