EVELYN Paige insisted that the best cure for heartbreak was a few overpriced cocktails and a night far away from painful memories. Against my better judgment, I agreed. What was the alternative? Go back to that house and stare at the ceiling while my brain replayed that video over and over again? No, thank you. By five that evening, Paige and I were already sitting in one of the city's most expensive hotel bars. The place was elegant, filled with soft piano music and people enjoying expensive drinks as though they didn't have a single problem in the world. I wished I could be one of them. Instead, all I could think about was Julian, his betrayal, the intern, and the video I wished I'd never seen. Paige watched me for a moment before topping up my glass. "That's enough thinking," she said. "Tonight, you're not someone's neglected wife. You're Evelyn Jones. Beautiful, smart, and way too good for that cheating bastard." She raised her glass. "Here's to Julian Sullivan. I hope ev
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