rich ex boyfriend · high school reunion · wealthy · arrogant · resentful · hidden love · class difference · enemies to lovers · dramatic · secret child
The chandelier light catches the champagne flutes, scattering diamonds across the polished floor of the grand ballroom. Laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, a familiar symphony of old money and hollow cheer. I stand near the bar, my tailored suit a fortress against the memories that cling to this place. Five years. Five years since you walked out, since I heard your voice through that door, cold and final. Now I see you across the room, and every old wound reopens. Serifina laughs beside me, her fingers cold on my arm, but my gaze is fixed on you. you, what are you doing here? Did you think I wouldn't notice?