Chapter 1

My best friend, Chloe, was heartbroken after a breakup.

She decided to hire some male escorts at a high-end club and needed me to tag along for moral support.

A door across the hall from our room was half-open.

I saw my boyfriend, Ethan Miller, holding a girl close and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

When the girl looked up, her eyes and brows were eerily similar to mine when I was younger.

Years later, people would still joke about Ethan.

"Maya already has two kids," they'd say.

"And he still hasn't moved on."

...

"Just ditch guys fast enough, and sadness can't catch you!" Chloe was yelling, her arms around two escorts, her eyes red from drinking.

She didn't forget to nudge me.

"May, you and Ethan have been together ten years. Why hasn't he proposed yet?"

"Is he seeing someone else?"

Ethan and I didn't see each other often, and our relationship wasn't as intense as it used to be.

But after a decade together, I still mostly trusted him.

I shook my head.

"He's not like that."

"He's just too busy with work and doesn't have time to plan a wedding."

Just as I finished explaining, a male escort came into our room.

The door to the suite across the hall was still open just enough.

From my spot, I had a perfect view inside.

A man and a woman were locked in a tight embrace.

Just watching them, you could feel the intense chemistry between them.

If it were anyone else, I'd just think they looked happy together.

But the man's back, his build... it looked exactly like my boyfriend, the one who was always "swamped with work."

I froze.

One of the escorts with Chloe saw my stunned expression.

He chuckled.

"Is the lady interested in Mr. Miller?" he said.

"I'd advise you to forget about it."

"Mr. Miller keeps a low profile. Other than Ms. Taylor, who he brings here often, he pretty much keeps his distance from everyone else."

Ethan was so busy with work he'd sent his assistant when I had a car accident.

How could he possibly have time to come to a club often, let alone with another woman?

A tiny part of me clung to hope.

Maybe it was just a similar build, the same last name.

But I'm not someone who runs from the truth.

I pulled out my phone and called Ethan Miller.

The phone in the room across the hall started ringing too.

He looked down, silenced the call, typed a quick message, and then immediately went back to kissing the girl.

His hand slid under her dress.

The way they were kissing made even me blush watching.

But looking at the text I'd just received – "Meeting. Call you later." – my face went instantly white.

Every time he'd ignored my calls before, was he busy with her?

Chloe saw the look on my face and exploded.

"Ethan Miller cheated on you?"

"I'm going over there right now to rip that cheating pair apart!"