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.

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

orbit. A 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 loved so much-had stopped me

spark was still there. I could see it in the way he gazed at me when we

greeted me politely, asked about my travels, and made small talk about mutual acquaintances. But I could read between the lines

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 remind him of the passion we'd once

Our "chance" encounters became

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 in his ear about how good he looked in

the night

party or at least, that's what

and all night, I could feel Adam's eyes on me. He seemed both

him lose his mind, I made

undid the wrap of my dress and

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