When the woman tried to hit me, I dodged her. But when Damian raised his hand, I didn’t move.
He’d been sick recently, and I was afraid he’d hurt himself if he overexerted.
Even though he was marrying someone else, I was still worried about him. How pathetic was that?
I touched my stinging cheek, tears welling up in my eyes.
“So, you’re the girlfriend from college?” the woman sneered as she walked closer. Her lips curled into a smug smile. “A gold-digging tramp like you thinks you can put on airs in front of me? Do you even know who I am? I’m Astrid Holden—the wealthiest here in Denver.”
But despite her bragging, I ignored her and kept my gaze on Damian. “You left without a word. That’s just so unfair.”
“Unfair? I gave you a villa, car, and money. What more do you want? Don’t make a scene, Harriet. We’re done.” Damian’s brows furrowed in frustration. “You know how it works for people like me. Love and marriage are two different stories. I’m grateful for the four years we had, but my wife has to be Astrid. Do you understand?”
I met his eyes and asked quietly, “Do you love me?”