I feel my heart flutter. I don’t know why this changes anything—why I’m suddenly feeling ten times lighter. I tell myself that it’s just about the guilt: crashing a business deal isn’t as bad as crashing another woman’s dream wedding, right? I’m not a homewrecker after all. That must be it. The sweet relief of an innocent verdict.
He isn’t with her, a treacherous part of me whispers from the half-closed lid of my heart. He hasn’t been with her. Not like he’s been with you.
I slap the lid shut. This is neither here nor there. I can’t know that they haven’t—and besides, what do I even care?
“Like I said,” Yuri huffs, breaking into my thoughts, “a farce.” He crosses his arms and turns away, glaring at the wall. Somehow, I get the feeling he wasn’t thrilled about this whole deal to begin wi
