How Can Love Be Compromised

That morning, while shopping with my best friend, we unexpectedly ran into Harvey Collins, cool and ever-composed, at the Chanel counter.

He was buying the haute couture dress I had painstakingly ordered weeks ago.

By evening, that same dress made its debut on Harvey's female secretary.

I chose not to make a scene, merely smiling with a playful air.

After all, I could single handedly buy out every Chanel store in the city if I wished. I had no need for him to buy me anything, not even once.

That night, my best friend, ever loyal, drafted a divorce agreement for me.