Zoe’s POV
Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I sat curled against the car door, hugging my knees to my chest as the bubbling city sped past in a blur. My hair was a tangled mess, my makeup was ruined due to the non-stop tears, and my lipstick had long since smeared off, but I didn’t care. For the first time all week, I could finally breathe.
I wasn’t married to Liam.
God, just thinking it sent a shaky laugh tumbling out of me, but it was a hollow, broken sound. The reality of what I’d done was still sinking in —I wasn't sure if I was ready for the scandal, the whispers and headlines that would inevitably follow — but underneath all of that was a fierce, almost wild relief that surged through me.
I had walked away.
My phone buzzed again for the umpteenth time and I looked down
