"It was just a joke!" Bobby snapped defensively. "You didn’t see me give Grace a ring, did you? I did it to get ahead in my career! The CEO thinks Grace and I are a couple—that’s the only reason I played along!"
I let out a harsh, humorless laugh, staring at him with disgust. "And how does the CEO know about your ‘relationship’ with Grace, Bobby? He knows you’re married, doesn’t he? He knows your wife is still alive!"
Bobby’s silence was telling. He couldn’t answer. I stepped closer, locking eyes with him. "You sold my dignity, Bobby. You threw away everything we built together for your selfish ambitions."
I turned to leave, but Bobby grabbed my wrist, spinning me back around. "Irish, wait—"
#Irish's POV
"We're not done talking, Irish!" Bobby gripped my wrist tighter. The pressure hurt, but I pulled my hand free with all my strength.
"We're done, Bobby," I said coldly, staring straight into his eyes without hesitation. "You made your choice, and now I'm making mine. I won't let myself be used for your selfish ambitions any longer."