Goodbye, My Once‑Upon‑a‑Time
"I'm not the one who's been wronged. You are, Nat. If you didn't already have a plan, I'd kill that bastard myself."
I leaned against him and savored the brief calm.
It was time to end this.
…
The engagement party was held at a secluded hillside mansion that was impossible to reach without guidance. Dressed in a diamond-studded gown, I made my rounds among the guests with Theodore.
Jonathan arrived in a tailored suit, carrying a bundle.
I frowned, feeling my irritation rising.
When our eyes met, smug satisfaction flashed across his face. He strutted over like a peacock, and I felt Theodore's hand tighten instinctively around my waist.