“Where did you get that?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, panic bleeding into every word.
“Does it matter?” Josh’s eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, nothing like the composed man who humiliated me in a café less than two weeks ago. “What matters is that you have known about this the whole time, haven’t you? All that talk about heartbreak, about me abandoning you… meanwhile you were sitting on a golden ticket to marry a billionaire. Aren’t you?”
“That’s not what this is,” I said, my hands trembling. “I only found out about that letter tonight, Josh. I had no idea any of this existed when you ended things at that café.”
“What a perfect timing, though, isn’t it?” Josh’s laugh was brittle and humorless. “You break up with me, and suddenly you’re cozied up with the man who
