I was stepping toward the table when his voice cut through the air again. “I don’t know, I actually feel sorry for her at this point. Honestly, she’s pathetic.”
The laughter that followed was unmistakable, and I recognized the voices of Simon and Meredith immediately. These were the people I had shared countless retreats and birthdays with, the friends who saw me arrive at every dinner exhausted and quiet.
I didn’t move an inch because I am a thirty-four-year-old corporate attorney specializing in debt restructuring, and my entire career is built on recognizing when a structure is about to fail. My job is to walk into businesses on the brink of total liquidation and find the exact pressure point needed to keep the ceiling from caving in.
In that silence, I realized a painful truth: I wasn’t a pathetic woman, but I had become completely invisible to the man I intended to spend my life with. I finally rounded the corner, and the color instantly drained from Jenna’s face when she spotted me.
Garrett turned around as soon as I reached the edge of the table, and I watched the emotions flicker across his features like a slideshow of guilt and calculated charm. I didn’t give him the chance to speak or weave a new lie to cover the old one.
I slowly slid the engagement ring off my finger without a single tremor in my hands. It was a massive diamond he had chosen with more concern for its price tag than its meaning, and I placed it firmly on the table next to his glass of bourbon.
The sound of the metal hitting the wood was quiet, yet it echoed through the room like a crack of thunder. The laughter died instantly as Garrett started to push himself up from his chair.
“Okay,” I said, my voice steady and calm as I met his eyes. “You don’t have to marry me.”
