Game Over No Second Chances

The next afternoon, Sarah arrived at Sky Terrace, dressed in a flowing dress,

oversized sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat, looking every bit like a foreign

tourist on vacation.

As the clock struck tea time, her two best friends strolled in, both dressed to the

nines in chic, designer-style dresses. They took a seat at the next table,

separated from Sarah only by a row of potted flowers and a thin glass divider.

Their voices carried easily across.

Sarah had purposely ordered the most expensive dessert on the menu. She'd

been ready to enjoy the sweet moment and maybe flaunt a little.

But then, a snort of laughter came from behind the flowers.

"Sarah really thinks she's Mrs. Larson now? I heard the only reason that

engagement even happened is because she's pregnant. The Larson family

couldn't stand her before that."

"Well, what did they expect? Everyone knows what she and Cole got up to on that

island. Half the men there probably saw everything.

"Cole's a known playboy, and she's just as slutty. Honestly, they're a perfect match

-trashy, but perfect. Not exactly marriage material, though."

A round of snickering followed.

her wine glass. Just yesterday, these two

congratulations online. Was this what

her?

that Cole's any prize either. Sarah definitely

marry Hugh Larson? Just a few days ago,

with a foreign firm. The guy tried to play games with the Larson

him locked up before he even left the country.

showed up to Sarah's engagement

ruthless. There's no doubt about that. But last night, he was

supplies with Serena. He

in his seven-figure custom suit as he carried a

He even let the cat sit on

her spoon tightened until her knuckles turned

up for her engagement party, but he had

that bitch, Serena, and

supposed

there's

to all their

respects her.

Group just

With

less. The

face it. She and Mr. Larson are a

perfectly matched."

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and asked,

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ready to walk away. But then she

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