Bianca's POV
The sound of shattering glass filled the air, but I barely flinched. The wine glass I had hurled now lay in pieces on the floor, shards glittering like my broken thoughts. My pulse was racing, my breath coming in ragged bursts. Elle. Always Elle.
No matter what Josh said, she was still in our lives. Her shadow hung over everything, staining what should have been mine. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm the wave of jealousy crashing through me, but it only made things worse. I could feel her—feel the threat she posed to everything I had worked so hard for.
My fingers dug into the cool granite countertop, and I focused on steadying my breathing. But the anger swelled, drowning out every rational thought. Why couldn’t he understand? Why couldn’t Josh see that she was stil
