The Ex-Factor: A Dish Best Served

late, at the perfectly cooked filet mignon that Chloe had in

wasn't looking at me.

h flip. Now, it just made it clench. She picked up a piece o

Chad. It'

ust opened his mouth and let her feed it to him, his lips brushing against the

sed to be the

er college papers, of driving two hours every weekend just to see her. I had built my entire life arou

felt a hot shame crawl

scanning the scene with a detached sort of amusement. She caught my eye for a second, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze befor

n, "I was just telling Chloe the other day, she has

ways dressed in designer clothes, always talking about his next big deal. I was ju

lid across the table. It didn't reach for mine. It landed on Chad's forearm, h

hick. I finally put my knife and fork dow

ed at me, their little b

sked, her voice laced with a fai

glass. I raised it

said, my voice tight. "Ju

a thin, br

t's great to see y