When I stayed silent, she assumed I’d hung up.
And then, with no shame at all, she and Ryan went right back to each other.
Between moans, they talked about what life would be like after I married her.
"Claire, even after you’re married, you can’t forget about me. I’ll come by every week. You won’t mind, right?"
"Well, Ethan isn’t from New York. For him to afford a condo here, he must have emptied his whole family’s savings. I should definitely make the most of it."
Her voice came through, broken but smug.
"It’s just a condo. If I want something, he won’t dare refuse. I’ll get him to sign the deed over to me soon. Once I’m the official owner, I can tell the building management to let you in whenever you want."
My jaw clenched so hard it ached.
I didn’t say a word. I just hung up, patched up my wound as best I could, and went to find the wedding planner.
This time, I had an additional request.
The wedding was about to begin.
That’s when Claire Dawson and Ryan Brooks finally showed up. Claire’s cheeks were flushed—anyone who didn’t know better might think she was just a shy bride.
The wedding planner glanced at me, then quickly went over the program with us.