I could only imagine what he was going through, knowing the humiliation about to come once people found out his soon-to-be wife picked an upstart from a small company over him.
"Vincent has hurt and humiliated you, Lily, just as Stacy has done to me. Isn't it only fair we make them pay?"
I was more bitter than vengeful because, deep down, I was tired.
Tired of the relationship, tired of having to swallow my jealousy when Vincent let women rub themselves against him with playful touches.
And tired of pretending I was fine after what happened months ago.
But I was also curious.
"How do you propose we do that?"
"Marry me."
My eyes widened. I was sure I misheard him.
But then he repeated those two words as casually as you would talk about the weather.
Like a true businessman, Sebastian responded to my silence by explaining why it would be mutually beneficial for us to get married.
It all sounded so logical when he said it, yet I couldn't say yes.
Unlike him and Stacy, I actually loved Vincent, and marrying just to get back at him felt too much too soon.
He left me with his number on a piece of paper that I immediately tossed into the glove compartment to be forgotten.
Then I drove back home.