ANABEL'S POV
My eyes weren't deceiving me. I blinked more than ten times just to be sure, just to give my mind every chance to correct itself, but it was them. Miles and Cierra.
Standing right there at the entrance of the lounge, laughing together like the rest of the world didn't exist. What were they even doing here?
Throughout my entire marriage to Miles, he had never once been the lounge or club type. If anything, he'd always scolded me whenever I came home late after a night out with Chloe, lecturing me about appearances, about what people would say, and about how a married woman shouldn't be seen stumbling out of places like this.
So what exactly had changed? What was he suddenly doing walking through those same doors himself?
And putting that aside for a moment, why did it have
