The Whitmores' gala went ahead as planned. I didn't go. But I knew Vanessa would.
She wouldn't accept defeat. In my previous life, she hadn't been able to stand losing to me. In this life, she was even less willing to lose to some list of alternative candidates.
On the night of the gala, I was at home packing. My lease on the apartment Whitmore had provided was almost up, and I planned to move out. I'd just sealed a box when the doorbell rang.
Adrian stood outside. He wasn't wearing a suit, just a black shirt with the collar open. I didn't let him in.
"You've got the wrong door, Mr. Whitmore."
"Vanessa is at my family's house."
"Then go there."
"She's demanding that we call off the engagement."
"Congratulations."
Adrian stared at me.
"You really want us to call it off?"
"I hope
