I went down to the makeshift club an outdoor rooftop party on the first floor, thrumming with bass and spilling with bodies. Warm air, cooler wine. Laughter weaving through lights strung like stars
This?
This was freedom.
No tension. No eyes burning holes into mine. No million-dollar rings or smirking billionaires pretending to care.
Just me. Ashley. Not Arianna.
I walked straight to the bar and told the bartender, “Your best wine. I want to forget I was ever married.”
He grinned and poured.
Then asked, “heartbreak?”
I scoffed. Who could ever break my heart. I was all fun, no love.
“No, baby boy,” I said, smiling.
He stretched my drink towards me. Tonight was mine.
“Too pretty to be alone,” a voice murmured beside me.
I turned. Cute. Tall. Blue shirt unbuttoned just enough to s
