GABRIELLE’S POV
I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.
Men like him don’t marry girls like you. They use them to entertain themselves, then they move on to someone on their level.
Emily’s words from the last time we met echoed in my head, loud and unwelcome. I had dismissed them then, furious that she would say something so cruel to bring me down.
Now, standing there and staring at Selene, I felt the weight of those words settle in my chest.
She was elegant, confident, and the kind of woman who looked like she belonged beside a man like Damon without needing to try.
And suddenly, I was painfully aware of myself barefoot, smelling like Thai food, and still emotionally raw from a funeral I hadn’t recovered from.
My fingers curled at my sides.
“What are you doing here, Beatri
