Cole
“I’ve always known she’s no good,” my mother muttered, taking a slow sip of her wine. Her lips curled into that smug smile—the one that made my stomach twist. Around us, the party carried on, a glittering display of wealth and indifference.
I barely responded, gripping the glass in my hand tightly enough that Sarah’s worried gaze locked onto mine, afraid it might shatter. My mother’s voice felt like static, her words lost in the chaos swirling in my mind.
“You look...” Sarah began, her hands wrapping gently around mine.
I shoved her hands away coldly and breathed deeply. “I’m fine.”
I couldn’t help it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shove Yasmin’s betrayal from my thoughts.
I didn’t love her—or at least, that’s what I told myself. Love wasn’t part of our deal, and I had
