MIA'S POV

"Bitch!" I hissed as the call disconnected and I tossed my phone on the hotel bed.

"I'll show her a lesson she won't forget."

I paced the room, wondering what to do.

Never would I forget that day four years ago when I heard Adam and Emily were getting engaged. He and I only had a small argument and separated for a few days, only for me to hear the bombshell. I felt so betrayed.

We'd fought before, of course, but this time I stormed out, declaring I needed space. But I knew we would get back together after a few days.

Instead, barely a week later, I received the news that shattered my world. My boyfriend was getting married to my best friend! I nearly died when I heard it.

places just so I would forget my heartache. But no matter how many places I went; how many parties I attended; how many glasses of champagne I downed or

chance encounter at a rooftop bar in Manhattan, four years after I'd fled. I'd almost walked right past him, but his laugh-that rich, warm sound I'd once

bar, and at that moment, I knew. The spark was still there. I could see it in the way he

to play it cool, of course. He'd greeted me politely, asked about my travels, and made small talk about mutual acquaintances. But I could read between the lines that he still liked me.

make Adam realize what he'd given up. He had to realize what he'd been missing all these

Our "chance" encounters became

him, letting my hand linger on his arm just a moment too long. I'd

came the

drink at a party or at least, that's what Adam would

I could feel Adam's eyes

was sure he'd had enough champagne to make him lose his mind, I made my move. I cornered Adam in an alcove secluded

my dress and

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