I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I said, ‘Got it,’ and ended the call.

The dining table was set. Cutlery straight, wine cold, plates steaming.

I stood there for a second, then dropped into the chair and started eating.

Three bites in, I gave up.

Everything tasted flat.

I left the rest, grabbed the remote, and collapsed on the couch.

Thirty minutes passed.

I couldn’t remember a single thing I’d watched.

When I looked up, Tom and Jerry was playing on mute.

I let out a short laugh. Nothing funny, really.

I got up, brought out the cake, and set it on the table.

I took a small spoon from the drawer and dug in.