My mind was no longer in the function hall. The air buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the excited whispers of the girls who couldn't stop themselves from ogling my ex.
I clenched my jaw, gripping my pen so tightly my knuckles turned white. Pathetic. That's what they were—fawning over him as if he were the only man in the room. But what made it worse?
I understood them.
Against my will, my eyes lifted, betraying me, and the moment I saw him—saw Jack—smiling at those girls like he was enjoying every second of their attention, my heart clenched.
A sharp sting of hurt pierced through me. Not once had he looked in my direction. Not even a fleeting glance. It was as if I wasn't even there and didn't exist to him anymore.
And maybe I didn't.