This chapter could be triggering for some readers. You can skip the Italic parts.
LIANA
The smoke surrounded me like a warm blanket as the fire reached the blue flame. I was burning the dress on the posh, red carpet. With a soft click, the door opened and Kyran stepped inside. He was taken aback.
I didn't just burn the golden dress, I burned his black suit with it…and the posh carpet.
“That's my suit.” He sighed.
“Your suit also has Sean's scent.”
Silence dropped into the room, stretching between us like bitter music. I wasn't the old Liana who would let him have his way.
He forced a chuckle. Then, another. His face was stressed out. “My billion-dollar suit.” He knelt on the floor beside the fire, watching it burn with so much pain as if he was saying goodbye to his one true love.
