Cecelia’s POV
My hands were shaking so badly that I had to fist them into the fabric of my dress, the anger inside me was a hot, heavy weight that made it hard to draw a proper breath. I took one last look across the noisy casino floor at the man who had ruined my life, watching him take another long swallow of his drink while laughing with the people around him, then I turned away before he could look up and see me standing there.
I forced my legs to move back through the dense crowd, pushing past wealthy couples and high rollers who didn't even glance my way, my heart was beating so loudly in my ears that it almost drowned out the constant spinning of roulette wheels and the clinking of glasses. Marcus was exactly where I left him, standing near the edge of the high-stakes poker are
