She taunted me, waggling her ring finger in my face. On it sat a diamond ring. The diamond ring. The one Brendan had used to propose to me.
I didn't indulge her for a second. My palm cracked across her face, and I seized her hand, wrenched the ring off her finger, and tossed it straight into the toilet. "What's mine gets thrown away before it ever goes to you. And for the record, everyone calls me Ms. Henson. Nobody has ever dared call me Mrs. Sanchez."
"Debbie!"
Behind me, Cindy's shrieking curses didn't let up.
The next day, I went to pick up a custom order.
My father's birthday gala was coming up soon. I could never get comfortable in those couture gowns, so months ago I'd commissioned a bespoke suit at considerable expense.
Standing in front of the familiar storefront, I felt a pang. The last time I'd been here, Brendan had come with me. He'd said that once I put on that suit, I'd look so striking he'd have to fight off every man in the room.
And now, in the blink of an eye, he was the one tangled up with another woman.
"Ms. Henson, your suit was already picked up by Mr. Sanchez."
Why would he take my suit?
Baffled, I floored the accelerator and drove straight to Brendan's place.