Emily hovered near the dessert table while she tried to calm the storm raging inside her. Her hands gripped the stem of her wine glass so tightly she worried it might snap. She didn’t know what had possessed her to lash out at Derek like that. He hadn’t done anything wrong. At least not yet. But the memory of Matt and the sting of his betrayal had burned in her chest like an open wound and had bled out.
Why was Derek even here? She wondered. Was this some kind of cosmic joke?
Across the room, Derek stood near a group of executives but his attention wasn’t on them. It was on her. His jaw was set and his expression was unreadable as he excused himself and began making his way toward her.
Emily’s stomach tightened. “Oh no,” she muttered under her breath. She turned to leave where she was
