The man I'd loved for seven years was kissing another woman.
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I stared at the screen. My fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms.
Melinda's grin froze the instant she recognized his face.
"Hold on—Willow, that guy looks just like your boyfriend."
I couldn't speak. I just kept staring at those names, and Melinda followed my gaze.
"No way. That's not actually him, is it?"
"He's a junior clerk. How is he suddenly Harbor City royalty?"
"Willow, what the hell is going on?"
I didn't know either. Just yesterday he'd been worrying about rent and the electric bill.
The screen began cycling through photos of Drew and Zelda together.
Kindergarten. Elementary school. Middle school. A high school abroad. College.
Photos I'd never seen, every single one dripping with money.
The last image lingered: Zelda in a princess gown, cutting a cake beside Drew.
Matching rings on their left hands. I recognized the brand from television. Luxury I couldn't name a price for.
On screen, Drew's eyes were soft, full of tenderness, and they were only on Zelda.
Pain ripped through my chest and all the blood in my body rushed to my head.