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RIVER'S POV, LAS VEGAS, 7:54 PM."River, drop that. Fuck it, I don't know how I ended up here...with her. I really don't know what got into me, I swear to God!""Ms. River, you shouldn't be holding that."I couldn't stop the tears falling down my cheeks as I held the gun to my fiance in a hotel room. Two days from now was supposed to be our wedding, where we would promise ourselves forever. But here he was, with my best friend, Natasha.My fingers trembled on the trigger as Peter began inching forward, still kneeling on the bed, with Natasha hiding under the coverlet. The hotel room door was open, and there were judging gazes. Everyone urged me to put the gun down, but they would have done worse in this scenario. Right now, I felt numb; going to prison wasn't even one of my fears now."River, he's not worth it...give that to me." Helen, who had just walked in, pulled the gun out of my hand with ease, hurling it hard against Peter's face. A sharp cry tore from his throat. She threw on

RIVER’S POV My hands weren't steady on the keyboard; I knew I was going to get fired. I knew Gerald was typing my resignation letter now. He—the new boss—wouldn't let someone of low status, no morals like me, who had behaved shitty in a club, stay in his company; this I knew. This morning I hadn’t regretted what I had done, but now I could only imagine how smoothly today would have gone if I hadn’t gone to the club last night—or if Peter hadn’t cheated. “Seems you’re ready to lose this job…” Mark whispered beside me, and I looked back at the screen just to see the data I had entered was incorrect. I just can’t take all this shit anymore. The next minute, I was stumbling my way toward the ladies’ restroom, my guts tingling as I searched hastily for the toilet bowl before burying my head into it, puking my stomach empty. Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks the more I vomited. If I made it out of here alive, I was going to a karaoke bar to cry my shits out. Men. Men… danger