The smile on Otto's face froze. His pupils contracted sharply. The arm wrapped around Davina's waist gave a violent twitch, and the luxury shopping bag slipped from his fingers, landing on the carpet with a muffled thud.
Davina didn't notice anything wrong. She pointed at me, beaming with pride.
"Otto, I hired the best organizer in the business. Five hundred dollars an hour! I've already had her clear out everything that country bumpkin ex-girlfriend of yours left behind."
I stood where I was, staring at Otto with cold, unblinking eyes.
Seven years of long-distance love.
To support his startup in the city, I'd stayed behind in our hometown, grinding through job after job, working fifteen-hour days until I'd wrecked my lower back with chronic strain.
He'd told me his company was just getting off the ground. That rent was too expensive. That he had no choice but to live in a run-down basement apartment.
And now here he stood, in a two-thousand-square-foot penthouse in the heart of downtown, wearing a suit I could never afford, with a young, beautiful influencer in his arms.
Otto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tore his gaze away from mine and forced out a stiff laugh, scrambling to sound casual.
"Davina, you could've just had the cleaning service handle this kind of grunt work. Why spend all that money?"
"Absolutely not!" Davina frowned and jabbed her finger toward the mug on the table — the one I'd shaped with my own hands. "That thing is hideous. I told her to smash it and she wouldn't even touch it. Otto, you smash it yourself. Prove that I'm the only one in your heart."
The color drained from Otto's face. His eyes darted back and forth between me and the mug.
On the bottom of that mug, our initials were carved side by side.
He once held me close and told me this was his most precious good-luck charm.
I stared straight at Otto, waiting to see what he would do.
Otto closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Then he strode to the table, grabbed the mug, and hurled it at the floor.
Crash!
Ceramic shards exploded across the room.
A jagged piece sliced across the back of my hand. Blood welled up instantly, dripping onto the pristine white carpet.
Davina clapped her hands and laughed.
Otto's gaze landed on the blood on my hand. His brow twitched twice.