I stared straight into his eyes.
I repeated myself word by word.
"I said I am sick of this sandwich. It has been seven years. I want a different taste. Is that not allowed."
He looked stunned but quickly recovered.
"Sure. Of course. What do you want to eat. I will go buy it."
He acted like I should be crying tears of gratitude just because he agreed to my request.
"I want a lobster roll from Chelsea Market. Go get it."
I would normally just settle for what he brought.
I just refused to settle today.
"Forget it if you do not want to go. Making someone eat the exact same thing for seven years gets tiring. Let alone doing it to me."
Confusion mixed with his panic.
He still refused to explain anything.
He could keep hiding it then.
Franco searched my face for any clues.
I did not show a single flaw.
Franco was absolutely certain I knew nothing about his cheating.
"Wait for me."
He leaned down to kiss my forehead, turned and walked out.
I snapped out of it when I heard his engine roar away.
Saying I had no feelings left after seven years was a lie.
His actions had completely shattered my heart.
I had promised my family I would marry no one but him.
It all looked like a massive joke now.
Siena, your taste in men is garbage.
Thankfully there was still time to fix this.
Franco did not return by noon.
I took a cab straight to his Manhattan nightclub.
The head of security blocked me at the entrance.
"Miss Siena, the boss is meeting a very important guest. Please wait a moment."
"Alright."
I sat in the VIP lounge for forty minutes.
The heavy oak doors finally opened from the inside.
Franco walked out with the dancer from the tabloids.
The security guard stepped up and whispered in his ear.
Franco lifted his eyes and met mine.
His hand dropped from the woman's waist.
He walked toward me with quick, urgent steps.
"Siena, why are you here."
"Nothing. You took so long buying food. I was worried about you so I came to check."
I looked past him.
"Who is this."
"Oh. She is a new talent we are signing for the club. We are expanding our entertainment division."
"Hello. I am Luna. Franco personally poached me to work here."
Franco.
She called him so intimately.
Was she showing off to me.
Was this a declaration of war.
It did not matter what she meant.
I felt nothing but pure disdain.
Luna wore stiletto heels and crossed her arms.
She looked incredibly smug and arrogant.
Franco noticed my subtle expression.
He turned to Luna.
"You can go back now. We are done here."
Luna glared at me viciously.
She felt Franco's attitude shift.
She twisted her hips and stormed off in a petty rage.
"Siena, do not be angry. She and I are completely clean. Nothing is going on."
Franco raised his hand to swear to God.
I could not help but laugh out loud.
"I believe you. Did you not say I am the only one you love."
"Of course. We are getting married next month."
Married.
Were we really still getting married.
I smiled a bitter, hollow smile.
