What I'd deleted wasn't some lovesick social media post. It was a list of top-tier projects and resources, the kind people in this industry would kill for. Over a dozen of them. I'd been saving them as a gift for after we went public.
He never deserved a single one.
"Then I suppose I should thank you for not marrying me. Goodbye."
I said it without emotion, then walked out onto the deck alone, looking for a crew member who could get me a dinghy to shore.
A familiar voice cut through the wind behind me.
"Hold on."
Anthony followed me out with Bianca draped on his arm. He traced a lazy circle in the air with one finger, half-smiling.
"Don't forget, Vivienne. This entire yacht is mine tonight. Every boat, every amenity, every inch of it is for my friends and my women."
"Now that we've broken up, exactly what gives you the right to ask for a boat? Trying to freeload one last time?"
"Tell you what. A million dollars and you can rent one. Can't afford it? Swim. Oh, and don't bother reaching for my credit cards. I already had them frozen."
The night wind howled across the open water.
It tore straight through me, carving a hollow space where my heart used to be.