"A toast to you, Mrs. Delgado."
Stewart snapped at him before the glass reached my hand:
"Don't you know she's allergic to alcohol?"
So he remembered. After all this time, he actually remembered.
Then Vivian let out a teary little laugh.
"Silly. He was toasting Leonora, not me."
Stewart's face cleared. He gave a satisfied nod. "Oh, her. She can drink. Especially when she's entertaining clients."
The words burned through me until there was nothing left.
I'd told him I was allergic the very first day I joined Delgado Corp.
And every time there was a business dinner, I was the first one he sent to pour drinks.
I'd broken out in hives. I'd ended up in the hospital with a perforated stomach lining. He'd called me dramatic, said I was faking sick over a few glasses of wine.
It wasn't that he couldn't remember. He'd simply never cared. Not about me. Seeing him with Vivian made that unbearably clear.
I swallowed the bitterness, picked up the glass, and drained it in one go.
"Stewart Delgado, I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."
### Chapter 2
Stewart's brow furrowed instantly, his voice sharp with impatience.