Cameron gave me a once-over, his eyes full of disdain. "Look at you—work's keeping you so busy, you're barely keeping up with your looks. What guy could say no to good looks?
"Would you believe me if I said I loved you right now? And if I were walking down the street with Rowena, who do you think would look more like my wife—her or you?"
Work had been my priority over the past few years and I hadn't bothered with my appearance. But how could he forget I was there for him during those early startup days, staying late with him after my own job?
How could he forget I used my connections to land those big clients he couldn't get? I busted my ass to help Cameron build his business, and now he despised me just because I didn't know how to dress up.
I always thought if I gave enough, he'd eventually see all the effort I was putting in. But I got caught up with him and ignored the fact that he was actually cold and heartless.
All my effort didn't mean anything to him, no matter how much I
