You’re standing next to your boyfriend when his new client steps out of the car—a man who broke your heart five years ago. He’s with someone new, and though it’s been years, the sight still stings.

Your boyfriend greets him casually, unaware of your history. “Alex, how are you doing, brother?”

Alex smirks, delivering a careless remark before meeting your gaze. His pale blue eyes sweep over you, lingering for a moment. You steady yourself, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s hand, and introduce yourself, masking the storm within.

Alex’s expression hardens. “I’ll meet you inside,” he mutters to your boyfriend, walking away without another glance, leaving you reeling from the encounter.