AUTHOR’S POV
Wade pulls into the hotel parking lot, exhausted. He believed that seeing Nina would help. He expected confronting her to alleviate the anger gnawing at his insides—not just at her, but at himself—but it didn't. If anything, the rage is more intense, and the pain is just as sharp.
He gets out of the car and rubs his hand down his face. His reflection in the side mirror stares back at him, tired eyes of a man struggling to keep himself together. Exhaling, he looks at himself one last time and then turns toward the entrance.
The moment he walks in, he is greeted by a blur of blonde and excitement. "Congratulations!" Lyrica's voice rings throughout the lobby as she rushes toward him, clutching a bottle of champagne. Her face is bright with a grin, and her energy is high as sh
