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.

them together, so I ran 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 of champagne I downed or how many designer dresses I bought, I was never able

Adam's orbit. A chance encounter at a rooftop bar in Manhattan, four years after I'd fled. I'd

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

could read between the lines that he still liked me. He was only holding back because of Emily. He didn't love her,

he'd given up. He had to realize what he'd been missing all these years. I would remind him of

Our "chance" encounters became

best. I'd brush past him, letting my hand linger on his arm just a moment

then came the night that

party or at least, that's what Adam would tell himself

wore a sexy dress to that party, and all night, I could feel Adam's eyes

his mind, I made my move. I cornered Adam in an alcove secluded

wrap of my dress and fully bared myself to

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