Stella's POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off them, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t stop myself. Vance. That damn smile of his—god, it made me sick. He looked so comfortable with her, touching her hair, whispering something in her ear, and she giggled like some love-struck teenager. My stomach twisted into a knot, tighter than a noose. My fingers curled around the stem of my drink, the ice clinking sharply against the glass, but I didn’t care. My heart was full of something—resentment, jealousy, or maybe just pure disgust. Either way, it tasted sour in my throat.
I tried to focus on the music, the chatter around the club, but every time I glanced back, there he was, leaning closer to her, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her. The way he was so... casual with her. Li
