Chapter 4

He stood right in the middle of the crowd, the center of attention as usual.

He was dressed in a sharp tailored suit, tall and handsome, wearing that polished, fake business smile.

Joanna had her arm linked through his, pressed close to his side, lapping up all the flattery thrown their way.

They looked like they belonged together—picture-perfect, the golden couple everyone was staring at.

I turned away, swirling a glass of champagne, and headed for a quiet corner.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

But the harder you try to avoid someone, the more life shoves you straight…