Liora’s POV
By the time Mina and I stepped through the doors of the nightclub, I had already decided that tonight was not going to be about Ezra, or at least, that was what I told myself.
The music hit us the moment we walked inside, loud enough that I could feel the bass beneath my shoes. Colored lights moved across the crowded room, catching on glasses, jewelry, and faces as people laughed and danced around us. The place was busier than I expected, but there was something strangely freeing about being surrounded by people who had absolutely no idea who I was.
Nobody here knew about my divorce, nobody knew about Ken and nobody knew about the years I had spent feeling like I was slowly disappearing inside my own marriage.
And nobody knew that the man I had been trying so desperately to
