I lock eyes with Alex from across the room, and for a moment, I savor the look of shock that flickers across his face. It’s a small victory, but I need it. I need to see him squirm.
“Sorry about the vase,” I say, my voice loud and clear, echoing off the high ceilings. “I’m a little on edge…because I just got kicked out onto the streets by my former fiancé…Alex Worthington.”
Gasps ripple through the room. Whispers. Murmurs. Heads turn, eyes darting between Alex and me. I can see people nudging each other, some wearing smirks, others looking genuinely stunned.
I guess no one expected drama like this at a fancy, upscale party.
I smile, letting the tension build. “After I caught HIM cheating on me, at this party, with that girl right there.” I point down at Eliza, who looks like she wants to crawl under the nearest table. Good. Let her feel a little of the humiliation she was so eager to dish out.
There’s a wave of whispers now, louder this time. I catch a few phrases — “Is she serious?” “Did she just say Alex?” — and see the glances people are shooting in his direction.
Alex is staring at me, his face pale, eyes wide with fury, but he doesn’t move. It’s like he’s frozen, trapped by the spectacle I’m creating.
I lift my chin, letting my anger fuel me. “But you know what?” I continue, my voice steady, even as my hands tremble. “I’m a free agent now…SINGLE AF, in fact.”