Under the dim, romantic lighting, Curtis was drinking a lover's toast with Margot, their lips meeting over the rim of the glass.
Margot pretended to stumble and fell into Curtis's arms, her face flushing red as the others whooped and cheered.
One of his friends laughed and teased him.
"Curtis, you really know how to play the game."
"Didn't spend a dime and still landed Emma Henson—that gorgeous woman—and kept her devoted to you all these years."
"But aren't you worried she'll find out and turn on you?"
Curtis lifted Margot's hand and kissed it lightly, then laughed like it was nothing.
"You know how much Emma owes in penalties for breaking her contract?"
"Eight hundred million dollars."
"Without me, she couldn't pay that off in a lifetime."
"So no matter what happens, she has no choice but to stay right by my side."
With that, Curtis smugly shared his expertise in "wife management" with the room.
How he'd bankrupted my family's company, then swooped in like a hero to win my heart.
How he'd used a box of fever medicine to destroy my reputation and wreck my career, leaving me no choice but to stay with him.
As he spoke, his face was full of pride.