Arabel's POV
My heels click against the marble floor as I walk down the hall, dressed in a flamboyant black gown and stiletto heels.
Although it shouldn't mean anything, it does.
For Fernando.
Ashley was right. She wasn't entirely correct when she suggested that I should enter another relationship, but she was correct when she suggested that I should find someone who could assist me in forgetting my past.
Not only that. Giving me such an idea brought another brilliant thought into my head.
I was Richard's ex. He claimed to love me. How delightful would it be for him to witness me in a relationship with someone else? Not just any man, but Fernando.
I saw the way he was filled with rage at the bachelor's party. I also remember how he always stared at Alex with clenched jaws because h
