VICTORIA'S POV
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A break, that's all I f*****g need, but no.
Striding into the Ice Vortex arena with my bag tightly clutched into my hand, fingers curled around the handle with force. Yesterday it was the divorce hearing between our lawyers, today it's fraud allegations. I can not keep up. I can not do this again. Every step I take feels like ice cracking below my feet, and it's bound to shatter, to drop me into that damn icy water below.
The second I strut in, the entire place seems to be quiet. Too quiet. I manage to avoid running into someone. To think I called these people friends, family...I was an i***t.
"Vick," A familiar voice says my name with coolness that turns to ice. I turn to the voice, meeting those liar's eyes. "What?" I sneer at Isaac. He's a smug little fucker, one
