Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss

The biting November wind whipped against her neck, forcing he

r thumb hovering over the power button.

looded the glass. Fifteen unread messages. The rapid, shar

e from her best friend. I

f a second. Then, a massive, high-re

shed from Al

er of the frame, her fiancé, Darrin, was kissing a woman.

Katrina. Alena

ed in her wrists and violently traveled up her a

ld, automated voice informed he

of hope in he

r hand up. A yellow cab screeched to a halt. The driver

ndred-dollar bill from her wallet a

hattan rush hour. Outside the window, the neon lights of

sawing against her ribs. How long had this been going on? How long had Katrina been smiling at her across the dinner table, playing the supportive older sister, while secretly sleeping with the man Alena was supposed to m

her eyelashes, hot and fa

. The Plaza Hotel loomed above her. The heavy gl

ed out from the lobby. It sounded like a

the grand ballroom. Two security guards in dark s

please," one

ena Payne. The second daughter of t

widened slightly.

open. The blinding light from the crystal ch

s dripping in wealth. Champagne towers, o

ople turned to look at her, their eyes fi

t she kept her chin high, fo

ilted her head back. Darrin and Katrina were sta

hroat felt like it was packed wit

le on her sister's face froze. Katrina took a qui

cked onto Alena, a flash of panic hit his

as he marched down the steps

out, her eyes burning red. "

harsh whisper. "Don't make a scene here,

s words froze the

wn the steps. She reached out, her face twiste

usea. She violently slap

ht backward and collapsed onto the

ent dead silent. Ever

rd. Darla's perfectly contoured face twisted with pur

e question. She didn't e

and and slapped Al

snapped Alena's head to the side. A sharp, metallic taste

heek. Her ears were ringing. She stared

dripping with venom. "Trying to ruin your sister's h

right in her chest

with dead eyes. He reached down and gently helped Katrin

killed whatever love

blood from her lip with the back of her thumb. She looked

dn't cry anymore. She let

said, her voice eerily calm

the front row began to murmur in outrage.

tepped forward to

ed her shoulders awa

ne perfectly straight, walking toward the hea

shold into the hallway, the col

gave out, and she slammed again

th and ran to the nearest restroom. She leaned over the porcel

et and splashed freezi

. Her cheek was a swollen, a

lked out of the restroom, through the gra

ezing November rain. The dow