I stared at her, disappointment crashing through me. My head was buzzing.
Ever since Guy showed up a year ago, I'd sensed Dora pulling away. She didn't cling to me like she used to.
When I'd gotten into that minor car accident in Berlin, she'd barely seemed concerned.
I'd told myself it was normal—relationships cool down after a while.
But now I saw the truth. The man in her heart wasn't me anymore.
"Are you worried the police will delay our engagement—or are you afraid they'll arrest the person who made up these lies?"
I swallowed the hurt clawing at my chest and shook off Dora's grip as she tried to pull me back.
"David, I—" she started.
Before she could finish, Guy's eyes welled up, his voice cracking into a pitiful whimper.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault..." He sniffled. "Please don't fight with Ms. Fox because of me. There are so many business partners here—if you cause a scene, how is she supposed to face her clients afterward?"
He dabbed at his eyes. "I got the wrong person. I was talking nonsense. There. Happy now?"
I almost laughed from sheer disbelief.
What a performance. Retreat to advance—classic.