Katrina pov
*What is Max doing here?* where is Stacy
The question pulsed behind my eyelids like a migraine. First it was Stacy, shadowing every step of my new life. Then her mother burst into my world with that terrifying, violent attitude, threatening to tear my marriage apart at the seams. And now Max.
I sat at the glittering VIP table, the clinking of crystal glasses and the polite laughter of billionaires sounding like static in my ears. *What is going on?* I screamed silently to myself. *Why won’t they just let me enjoy my marriage? Why won't they let me breathe?*
The moment Max finished his walk sequence on the runway, flashing that smooth, familiar face to the cheering crowd, I knew I couldn't sit there any longer. The air in the ballroom had grown too thin.
I leaned closer t
