VIVIAN’S POV
By the time I reached the bar, my hands were still shaking.
Not from the cold.
From anger.
From humiliation.
From the horrible realization that for weeks I had been laughing, flirting, kissing a man who had been playing a completely different game behind my back.
The bar was exactly how I remembered it the first night we met—loud music, dim lights, people laughing too loudly like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.
I pushed the door open.
The smell of alcohol and perfume hit me instantly.
My eyes scanned the room.
And there he was.
Steven.
Sitting casually at the bar like this was any other normal night.
Like Jeremy wasn’t lying on the floor of my dorm room half beaten to death.
Like Maddie hadn’t been taken somewhere by a man who looked like he could s
