The restaurant was perfect—too perfect. Soft candlelight, a quiet hum of conversation, a menu boasting dishes that were as extravagant as they were overpriced. It was the kind of place Sebastian Hale usually appreciated.
But tonight, it felt suffocating.
Across from him, Victoria Langford sipped from her wine glass, her polished red nails resting elegantly against the stem. She looked exactly like she always had—flawless, confident, poised. She was the kind of woman men chased, the kind of woman he had once been drawn to without hesitation.
So why did he feel nothing?
Sebastian exhaled slowly, glancing down at his untouched drink. He wasn’t even sure why he was here.
No—that wasn’t true.
He did know.
Because Isabelle had chosen Marcus. Because she had moved on while he stood there l
