POV: Maxwell
The ballroom felt like it was spinning.
I stood completely frozen in the middle of the crowd, watching the emerald green silk of Fiona's dress disappear into the VIP lounge. But I was not just looking at her. My eyes were locked onto Julian Mercer’s large hand resting firmly on the small of her back.
My chest burned. It felt like someone had reached into my ribs and crushed my heart with their bare hands.
Julian Mercer. He was handsome. He was powerful. He looked at her with the kind of worship and respect that I had been too stupid to give her. And the worst part was the way Fiona leaned into him. She looked safe and happy.
She looked like she didn't need me at all.
"Mr. Jordan?" one of the businessmen I had arrived with asked, tapping my shoulder. "Are you alrigh
