the sensory overload wash over me, a welcome distraction from the storm in my own head. Olivia, true to her word, had set me up in a VIP booth with a bottle o

feeling a pleasant buzz numb the e

llucination. Liam never came to places like t

tte against the pulsing lights. He was dressed in a simple black shirt and dark jeans, yet he was effortlessl

a cold knot of dread in my s

w who he

h Je

, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were wide with fear. A couple of sleazy-looki

the men, his body a solid wall protecting her. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but hi

gaze. "Is that Liam? And look who it is, the legendary Sarah Jenkins. Heard she was ba

ultivated an image of pure, harmless innocence to m

hen turned to Sarah, his expression softening as he gently guided her towards a quieter corner

greed to leave him, and here he was, already moving on, playing the part of

ng my purse. "I came here to forget him, n

ready?" Leo, th

. I'm going to find somewhere less..

row," Olivia said, giving m

get out of there before Liam saw me. I didn't wan

t air a promise of escape on my face, w

hl

s his voice. C

grasp. "Liam. Fancy seeing you here. I th

ing with a fury that took my breath away.

menacing. "Did you pay those guys to harass

p so low as to hire men to scare Sarah, just to make him look like a hero. The accusation w

my voice dripping with scorn. "You think I'd

rier. He looked at me as if I was the m

If it wasn't for your precious Sarah, I'd still be stuck in this god-awful marriage. So thank you, Sarah," I said, raising my

ething else. Something that looked almost like hurt. But it was gone

. It was better this way