The smile on Otto's face froze. His pupils contracted sharply. The arm wrapped around Davina's waist gave a violent twitch, and the luxury shopping bag slipped from his fingers, landing on the carpet with a muffled thud.
Davina didn't notice anything wrong. She pointed at me, beaming with pride.
"Otto, I hired the best organizer in the business. Five hundred dollars an hour! I've already had her clear out everything that country bumpkin ex-girlfriend of yours left behind."
I stood where I was, staring at Otto with cold, unblinking eyes.
Seven years of long-distance love.
To support his startup in the city, I'd stayed behind in our hometown, grinding through job after job, working fifteen-hour days until I'd wrecked my lower back with chronic strain.
He'd told me his company was just getting off the ground. That rent was too expensive. That he had no choice but to live in a run-down basement apartment.
And now here he stood, in a two-thousand-square-foot penthouse in the heart of downtown, wearing a suit I could never afford, with a young, beautiful influencer in his arms.