Chapter 3

The Grant Group's anniversary celebration brought together the city's elite.

The Kempinski Hotel's grand ballroom glittered with luxury, champagne towers catching the light and throwing it back in golden sparkles.

I was wearing the dress Eugene had picked out for me.

It was a white strapless gown, clearly too small, the fabric pressing hard against the wound on my stomach.

He'd chosen Anna's size deliberately.

He wanted me to stand there in front of everyone, squeezed into the dress meant for the woman he actually loved, looking like some kind of joke.

As soon as I stepped into the hall,…