Ryan didn't clench his jaw and the glass in his hand didn't shatter.
The anger that had once driven him to scream at Emma in the middle of a corporate gala was completely gone.
What replaced it was a cold terrifying apathy. He was staring at two insects crawling across his newly acquired marble floor.
James looked exactly the same. Smug, slightly balding, wearing a tuxedo that didn't quite fit his shoulders.
He was currently trying to wedge himself into a conversation with a pair of real estate developers who were actively ignoring him.
Emma stood beside him. Ryan's eyes dragged over her.
Three months ago, she was the center of his universe.
Now, looking at her, all he felt was a profound, grating embarrassment that he had ever settled for so little.
She was wearing a loud, heavily sequined magenta dress with a thigh-high slit that screamed 'new money' in a room built entirely on generational wealth.
