"You should be grateful I'm offering you a hundred grand at all."
Listening to him say it with such righteous conviction, I felt nothing but a bone-deep bleakness.
I must have been blind to have loved a man like this for six whole years.
I reached across the desk and picked up the check. Slowly.
A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of Stewart's mouth.
Then, right in front of him, I tore it to shreds.
"Keep the money. Your happy little family of three is going to need it."
And that day was coming sooner than he thought.
Stewart's face twisted with humiliated rage.
"Leonora, I told you the wedding is just postponed! It's not like I said I'd never marry you!"
He still believed that no matter how far he pushed, I'd be standing in the same spot, waiting.
But betrayal was the one thing I would never forgive.
"Save it. You'd better enjoy your wedding with her while you can. It might just be the last party you ever throw."
The words left my mouth laced with ice.
"Leonora, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
He noticed me bending down to gather my things from the floor, and he froze mid-step:
"You're quitting?"
"There's no reason for me to stay."