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.

tightened around her wine glass. Just

Was this what they really thought

her?

any prize

Larson? Just a few days ago, Mr.

firm. The guy tried

up before he even left the country.

family showed up to Sarah's engagement party-except

doubt about that. But last

pet supplies with Serena. He came straight from a

still in his seven-figure custom suit as he carried a cat bed like it

the

grip on her spoon tightened until her knuckles turned

for her

bitch, Serena, and

Calvin... Wasn't he supposed

came another jab. "Honestly, there's

all their big events

her. And

just land a

contract? With

The woman's

face it. She and Mr. Larson are a power couple. They're

perfectly matched."

came another burst of

listen anymore.

to get up when

and asked,

your

But then

and something in her