Ryan saw me.
He looked straight into my eyes.
There was no guilt. No shame. Nothing.
Then he turned back to Brianna and smiled.
Lauren grabbed my arm. “I swear, I will walk over there and smash that wine bottle over his head.”
“No,” I whispered. “Just take me out of here.”
Later that night, my phone buzzed.
Ryan.
I answered coldly. “What?”
“Just checking that you left the keys,” he said. “I’m changing the locks tomorrow anyway.”
“I left them.”
“Good. One more thing, Harper.”
He paused, enjoying it.
“Brianna is pregnant. We’re getting married next month after the divorce is finalized.”
The line went dead.
He wanted to destroy me so completely that I would not fight back.
But in the dark silence of Lauren’s apartment, something inside me hardened.
Three days later, Lauren took me to the downtown office of Victor Hayes, a divorce attorney known for dismantling powerful men who thought they were untouchable.
