When Love Says Goodbye

When I had a seizure, Vinny Lark was in the center of the banquet hall, dancing closely with her male secretary.

Even as I foamed at the mouth and fell unconscious, she remained wrapped around his neck, laughing, whispering and brushing cheek to cheek.

On the way home, I found a men’s wristwatch worth millions in the car’s glove compartment.

Before I could say a word, Vinny frowned, snatched it away and said coldly,

“It’s not for you.”

I nodded, drove to the bridal shop at the next intersection and parked the car.