The matching diamond rings on their fingers were a silent announcement of exactly how unnecessary and ridiculous I was.
I calmly pulled out my phone and canceled, on the spot, every single one of the dozen top-tier projects I'd secretly arranged for him.
"Funny coincidence. I don't like being taken advantage of either."
"So I think I'll find a fiancé who isn't embarrassed by me."
…
The luxury suite on the yacht was dead silent.
Anthony ground out his cigarette with more force than necessary, brow creasing in displeasure.
"Vivienne Langford, say that again. I dare you."
"What does it matter whether we go public or not? We know what we are. Do you really have to be this vain?"
Even now. Even after all of this, he thought I was the vain one.
Disgust rose in my chest like bile.
"I could say it eight hundred more times and it wouldn't change a thing."
"Anthony, I quit. I'm done being your assistant, and I'm done being with you. We're over."
The air around us froze solid.
Bianca examined her freshly painted nails and let out a mocking laugh.
"Viv, why be so petty about this? In this industry, fake couples are everywhere. Sometimes the act even becomes real. It's totally normal."