My heart sank. “I can’t afford that.”
“I know, so stop sabotaging your career. Without the hook of you marrying one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors, there’s nothing we can do for you. I’m sorry. Let me know if you have a change of heart.”
“There won’t be a change of heart, Dom. He betrayed me and showed how little value he places on our relationship. There’s no going back.”
Dominic made a sound of disappointment, and I said goodbye.
I switched over to the camera app and took a photo of my left hand, devoid of that important piece of jewelry. I examined the image. The polish on one of my fingernails was chipped. My hand looked blotchy, the light was awful.
It was the most honest thing I ever posted on my Instagram. No photo touch-ups, no staged background, no filters. Just my raw, empty hand.
Engagement over. Wedding off. He cheated.