Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
Then, she saw Zachary leaving the bar, supporting Vivian.
That moment hit like a wave of ice, spreading cold through her entire chest.
The bar was drowning in deafening music. In the midst of it, she whispered, “Scarlett, does dancing really help you forget your troubles?”
“Why don’t you try? No harm in trying.”
Without another word, Sarah charged straight into the dance floor, losing herself in the rhythm.
The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and something dangerously intoxicating.
Scarlett figured Sarah had finally snapped out of it and followed her in.