I felt every eye in the ballroom lock onto me as I entered.
Curious eyes, judgemental eyes, dismissive eyes.
Vanessa’s surprised, hateful gaze.
And Cary’s, which was both surprised and deeply displeased.
The whispers started immediately.
I wasn’t part of their posh circle, so the society wives didn’t bother lowering their voices as I passed.
‘Isn’t that Mr Grant’s wife?’
‘You have to say ex-wife now. He’s getting engaged, remember? Tanya’s been talking about it at every afternoon tea for a month.’
I let out a quiet, humourless laugh. So that’s why Tanya had been delaying everything—she needed time to stage her perfect reveal. But I didn’t care anymore. I was only here for one thing: my money.
‘Is she here to make a scene?’ someone whispered again.
‘Oh, and w
