Fiona:
I didn’t know what came over me, maybe too much anger, because the wine glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the polished concrete floor in a spray of red wine. The sound interrupted the sophisticated murmur of conversation, drawing curious glances from my carefully curated guest list.
Dustin's smile was predatory, the expression that had once made my teenage heart flutter and my adult life crumble. He stood in the doorway confidently, his expensive suit tailored to perfection, his wedding ring gone but replaced by something even more insulting: a watch I had bought him for our second anniversary.
"Well, well, well." His voice carried across the room with that familiar tone of condescending authority. "If it isn't my dear ex-wife, playing at being relevant again."
T
