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Maeve

One month later…

“What the fuck am I doing here?”

I whispered to myself feeling very out of place.

I shouldn’t be here. I should have cancelled this package right after I cancelled the whole event.

This is meant for couples or at least friends like the girls sitting not far from me.

They were talking and laughing. Clearly having fun.

I wasn’t supposed to be here alone but life decided to play games with me and ruin everything.

It has been a whole month since I walked in on Evans with another woman and for the past month, I have just been existing.

I couldn’t face my family and tell them that the bastard cheated on me and now the wedding is off.

No. I lied.

Not just to my family but to my friends and everyone else I had invited to the wedding.

I told them we decided to postpone the wedding because we were both so busy and they didn’t ask any questions.

Thank God.

Violet showed up the next day and I expected her to resign but she didn’t.

Instead, she asked for a leave which I granted because I didn’t see any reason not to.

I could only hope that she has some sense and never returns.

As for Evans, the last time I heard from him was when he called me after getting the divorce papers which I had signed and sent to him.

It was easy to immerse myself in work and before long, I completely forgot about the wedding that didn’t happen.

That’s until I got a call from the hotel asking for confirmation of our booking for the honeymoon package.

I should have cancelled then but I decided against it.

I needed time away and one week felt like enough time to be away from everything.

So, I got on the plane that I had booked for both of us and made it to Italy.

I picked Venice for my honeymoon because it just felt like the perfect place to start forever with my dream man.

Now, sitting alone and nursing a tired whiskey, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own stupidity.

Until now, Evans never once said sorry. Not once.

Not that I would have accepted his apology.

I want him gone from my life and so far, he has done a good job staying away from me.

I took a sip from my whiskey and looked around the room filled with couples and people who moved in pairs.

Everyone had someone. Everyone except me.

My eyes scanned the room even though I wasn’t looking for anything.

I paused when I saw the three girls who were seated together whispering and pointing in my direction.

Their reaction made me feel self-conscious.

I made sure to dress presentable. I was wearing a thigh-high red body con dress with a V-shaped neckline that accentuated the fullness of my breasts.

Okay, I admit that my breasts looked fuller than normal and were almost spilling out of the dress.

Confused at their reaction, I looked down to make sure my breasts were still in the dress.

I looked at them again and the brunette among them winked and that’s when I realized they weren’t looking at me.

I turned in the direction they were looking and at first, I didn’t notice anything.

I was about to look away when my eyes landed on him.

I saw him sitting alone in the corner and from the moment I set my eyes on him, my whole body reacted.

Damn! No wonder the girls were trying to get his attention.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him either. His presence drew attention.

Everything and everyone else seems to fade in the background.

Then his eyes met mine and I visibly shivered from the intensity of his gaze even though he was far from me.

I looked away almost immediately but the effect of his eyes on me lingered.

I tried to forget him and focused on my drink but I could still feel his eyes on me even though I wasn’t looking at him.

I resisted the urge to look back to confirm if he was indeed still watching me or if I was just imagining it.

Against my better judgment, I spared a look in his direction and felt my heart sink when I saw him talking and laughing with a woman.

Of course, he wasn’t alone. How can such a gorgeous man come here alone?

I felt ashamed of myself for thinking he had been watching me.

Suddenly I felt like an imposter.

“That’s it! I need to get the hell out of here!”

I stood up immediately and reached for my purse.

It’s better to leave right now than make a fool of myself. I downed the rest of my whiskey and turned to leave but was stopped by the server from earlier who took my order.

“Ma’am.”

I blinked in confusion wondering if I was required to pay. As far as I remember, everything was a package deal and I paid months ago.

“Your attention is needed at table seven.”

I blinked in confusion. I don’t know anyone here who would want me to sit with them.

“Huh?”

I asked for a lack of better words to say.

“One of our regulars wants to talk to you at the VIP table.”

I said and pointed in the direction that Mr. Gorgeous had been.

My heartbeat increased rapidly as I slowly turned in the direction he pointed.

To my disappointment, Mr. Gorgeous was still engrossed in his conversation with the pretty woman who sat near him.

He wasn’t even looking in my direction so it wasn’t him who asked for him.

I don’t even know where the disappointment I felt came from. All I knew was that I had to leave.

“If you don’t mind.”

The server said to me,

“I do mind. If you would excuse me, I was on my way out.”

I told him and without waiting for his response, I walked away from him.

I was barely out of the door when I felt a strong hand grab my hand.

I turned around ready to politely tell the person to fuck off but the words caught in my throat when I saw who it was that was holding my hand.