Vanessa’s POV
I had never felt this kind of rage before.
Riding my bicycle down the street like some normal person when I was in fact one of the top fashion icons in the city.
I was keeping a careful distance from their car, I had seen everything. Every. Single. Thing.
And I had never wanted to rip someone apart as much as I wanted to tear Emily out of Cole’s life.
She sat there in that restaurant, drinking wine while Cole beat Dylan to a pulp, as if the entire thing was entertainment for her. And Cole…this powerful, untouchable man…had done it. For her. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, blind rage.
The way he looked at her afterward. Like she was the center of his world. Like nothing else mattered. He never looked at me like that, during the time we dated and when I was
