The soft ambient music of the revolving restaurant filled the silence between them. Ivy cut into her steak, she kept her expression light and completely unbothered as she leaned back in her chair once more.
"You know," she remarked casually, "you don't need to keep looking at me with that pathetic, guilty face, Adrian. Things are actually going very well for me. Lucien and I have f****d multiple times now, and he treats me far better than you ever did."
The words hit Adrian like a blow to the chest.
His hand froze over his cutlery, the fork slipped from his fingers, clattering against the fine porcelain plate. And just like that, a single tear escaped his eye and fell silently onto his half-eaten steak, followed by another, and another. He lowered his head to hide them, but his
