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.

Europe. Paris, Rome, London, I traveled to different places just so I would forget my heartache. But no matter how many places I went;

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

across the crowded bar, and at that moment, I knew. The spark was still there. I could see it

talk about mutual acquaintances. But I could read between the lines that he still liked me. He was only holding back because of Emily. He didn't love her, she took

was then that I made my decision. I would make Adam realize what he'd given up. He had to realize what he'd been missing all these years. I would

Our "chance" encounters became

I knew Adam would attend, always looking my absolute best. I'd brush past him, letting my hand linger on his arm just a moment too long. I'd dean in close to whisper

came the night that changed

at least, that's what Adam would tell himself later. I,

night, I could feel Adam's eyes

that night when I was sure he'd had enough champagne to make him lose his mind,

my dress and fully bared

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