Caleb Jensen woke up on the cold leather couch in his penthouse, a dull ache pressing against the insides of his skull like someone was hammering away from the inside. His mouth was dry, his throat scorched from too much whiskey, and the bitter taste of regret lingered on his tongue.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before forcing them open. The harsh morning light cut through the tall windows, stabbing straight into his head. He’d drunk himself senseless the night before, and not just from heartbreak—but from shame. The words Kaia had thrown at him during dinner looped in his brain like a vicious chant.
“This is what it feels like to be humiliated in public. This is what it feels like to be discarded and laughed at. Congratulations, Caleb. We’re even now.”
Even? Hell no. She was ahe
