Sleek biceps flexed under his black t-shirt as he squashed the sum of my misery and chucked it into the bin in the corner of my kitchen. Did he really think my despair could be disposed of that easily? Well, he was wrong. The dismal headline Diamond Heiress Katrina Stelberg to Wed Cape Town Businessman Danny Munro was already etched into my brain and served as a constant reminder of my spectacular inadequacies, of which there were many. Each word of the article pierced my heart as if they were throwing stars. Did I really think one hundred and two blowjobs later Danny would fall in love with me? And might I add that I swallowed all one hundred and two times and he reciprocated zero times? How deluded could I have been? I zoomed in on a cupcake, one of many teasing delights centering my kitchen table, bought to appease my sorry ass by creating a comforting layer to cushion my sorrows. “Oh no.” Ridge uncurled my fingers from the mini-cake and catapulted it into the bin, the gooey, chocolaty topping splattering onto the balled-up tabloid.
