Chapter 92

Seb hadn’t met my eyes when he’d told me about his plans, and it had felt like my heart dropped to the floor. I waited until we returned to our apartment—Seb had a five-year plan to save a certain amount ofmoney for our “perfect” house—then had it out with him. Loudly.

Nothing I’d said had made a dent, and I was heartbroken. Where was the man I’d fallen in love with? When had his stingy ways gone from cute to downright irritating and self-serving? Had it all been a lie?Perhaps I should have seen it coming, but I’d wanted us to work. Looks like he didn’t.

I shook my head and stepped back. “You know what, Seb? Go. I hope you get what you want, because obviously, what we had was just a rest stop for you, a sham of my own making. We’re done. I’m heading out for the rest of the day. When I get back, all your stuff had better be gone, or else I’ll donate it to Goodwill.”