Livia’s POV
Back then, I never understood why singers and artists and people in general describe heartbreak like it’s something that can kill you. I always scoffed at it, thinking: surely it can’t hurt that much.
But now….
My heart feels like it’s cracking in real time. I can’t breathe. My chest seems to be collapsing on itself, and yet I can’t look away.
The woman is beautiful. Her red hair is styled like mine. She’s wearing a darker dress, a deep maroon color that makes her pale skin glow. Her breasts are pushed up high, bouncing as she trots behind Ford. When they stop in front of Nadine, she presses her cleavage against Ford’s arm, and he looks down to glance at it before smiling warmly at her.
That look they’re giving to each other—they’re no strangers, are they? They have histor
