HARPER
I followed Dominic quietly into the room—my room—and shut the door behind me.
"Open it," he said, holding out the envelope.
"No, thanks," I muttered. I hadn't forgotten the message from yesterday—the one I deleted without reading. Was this letter a follow-up?
"Come on," Dominic urged.
"Why should I?" I snapped, my voice rising. "I don't care what's written in there, and God help me if she's asking me to attend her damned wedding after everything she's done to me!"
Dominic stayed silent, just watching. I bristled, pacing the room.
"Then our partnership is meaningless," he said finally. "Have you forgotten why we got married? For your revenge and nothing else."
"Of course," I said, not missing a beat. I hadn't forgotten. Not even for a second.
