Chapter 3

Before I could even respond, he dragged Chloe out the door.

I shook my head. Blake probably still didn't understand me. When I get mad, not even wild horses could drag me back.

His promise to "come see me again" meant absolutely nothing to me. After all, I had no intention of ever being involved with him again.

All his gifts were returned, the ruined wedding dress was cut up, the wedding canceled.

I immediately declared myself single on Ins.

"Single Ladies' Night Out! Looking for company for late-night snacks!"

The comments section exploded.

"Broken up? So suddenly!"

"Good riddance! Out with the old, in with the new!"

"Party at the club tonight!"

My girlfriends and I decided to hit a bar that night. When we got there, they were shocked to hear the reason for my breakup.

“Blake is such a piece of trash. He should look at himself, trying to cheat with an intern!”

“Eating from one bowl and looking at another! He had a beauty like you and still thought about an intern! What was he thinking?!”

“Blake’s parents must be fuming. You're a rich, beautiful woman, and now he’s lost everything he could’ve gained from you!”

I shrugged. “I don’t know about all that. All I know is, he and I are done. He can forget about trying to mess with me again!”

Just as I finished speaking, a shadow fell over our table. I looked up and saw my arch-nemesis, Damon.

He sat down across from me. “Tsk, tsk. I always said your taste was terrible!”

“And what makes *you* so great, Damon?”

“Right, I’m not great either. Just hoping you’ll open your eyes next time, old lady. All my wedding contribution money went to waste!”

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. “How much? I’ll pay you back!”

He just chuckled, not saying anything.

I finally took a proper look at him. He was wearing a red shirt today, unbuttoned enough to reveal his chest. It made my mouth go dry.

This guy, with his dangerously handsome face. I tried to look away, but he pulled his collar open further. “Come on, get a good look!”

My heart involuntarily sped up. I slapped the back of his hand. “Stop it, who’s looking at you?!”

“You’re practically drooling, but still deny it. Way better looking than that pathetic excuse for a man you were with.”

That was actually true.

Damon saw me smile and boldly put his arm around my shoulders. “You said you broke off your engagement. Aren’t you thinking about finding someone new?”

I gave him a sidelong glance. “What do you mean?”

“My old man’s pushing me to find someone, says he wants to recoup all the wedding contributions he sent out.”

“I don’t have anyone, and you know how much I hate trouble. How about we team up? I’ll give you 30% of the contribution money!”

He was being so generous. I was a bit tipsy, and my brain wasn’t quite catching up.

“You…”

“Zara, let’s get married. Spite that pathetic excuse for a man, and make some serious cash while we’re at it!”

Hearing that, my girlfriends chimed in.

“Zara, I think it’s a great idea!”

“Damon, how much bridal price would you offer?”

“My entire fortune, for her!”

He looked at me, the light in his eyes reflecting on my face, making me blush.

Just then, an angry voice cut through the air. “Zara!”

“You broke up with me for *him*? You had your next rebound lined up already!”

I looked up to see Blake’s furious face.

His eyes held an unfriendly glare. I laughed, struggling to my feet, and shouted, “You were messing around with your intern in our marital home! What, was I supposed to stay with you for Christmas?!”

“Blake, you’re so messed up in the head, everything you see is dirty! I broke up with you, so what if I find someone new?!”

“Let me tell you, I’m going to find a man who’s better than you in every single way!”

“And I! Am going to marry him!”

With that, I grabbed Damon and planted a big kiss on his cheek!

Blake’s face turned scarlet with rage. The crowd around us cheered and whistled.

He pointed at me. “You’ve got guts!”

“We’ll see about this!”

Watching him storm off, I grinned at Damon.

The next second, I swayed and collapsed into his arms, completely passing out.