These days with Rowan were a redemption for Liora—she finally did everything she'd once longed for but never dared to try.
She went to that concert she'd always dreamed about, losing herself in the crowd as the band ripped through scorching, pulse-pounding anthems. The music thrummed through her bones as she swayed to the rhythm.
Rowan stood guard beside her, shielding her from the jostling crowd. He whispered to her, "Next time, just tell me which band. We'll snag front-row seats."
Suddenly, she remembered how Killian used to scoff—how he'd say places like this were "too loud" and "not how a Mrs. Pierce acts." But now it hit her like a ton of bricks: she was never meant to be someone's trophy wife. She was Liora.
Then came the most daring move of all—chopping off the long hair she'd k
