ELENA’S POV
As I closed the front door behind me and headed upstairs, the echo of the party still rang in my ears. The weight of everything that had happened tonight began to settle in. My heart raced from the kiss I had shared with London—my lips still tingling from its passion. I hadn’t felt so alive, so free, in such a long time.
But as I walked further up the stairs, reality began to sink in. I had just told everyone at the party the truth—that Aiden and I were no longer together, that he had a mistress who was pregnant, and that I was ready to move on with someone who truly cared for me.
I had exposed everything, laid it all bare for the world to see. While there was a sense of liberation in that, it also felt like a storm was brewing behind me—one I couldn’t quite escape.
