Instead, he let out a small laugh that made my stomach clench. “Yes, by the way, today is also your last day in this house,” he said with disturbing ease.
The champagne nearly slipped from my hand as I tried to process his words. “What are you talking about?” I asked, staring at him in disbelief.
Jonathan wrapped an arm around the woman next to him and held her close, as if he were showing her something he was proud of. “I chose someone more suited to me. Her name is Vanessa Reed, and we’ve been together for almost a year now,” he said without any shame.
My ears were ringing as everything I believed in collapsed in an instant. I turned to his parents, hoping for some sign of discomfort or intervention.
Patricia sighed, as if she’d been waiting for this moment. “Lauren, Jonathan deserves someone younger and someone who truly understands his ambitions,” she said coldly.
William nodded in agreement, adding that we’d never been a good match. The weight of their words weighed on my chest.
Three years of sacrifice and loyalty meant nothing to them. Jonathan pointed to the stairs and told me I could pack my things that evening because Vanessa was moving the next day.
The room fell silent for a few seconds, until everything settled.
Then I started laughing.
