HAZEL
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. The light fixture needed dusting. I noticed these things when my mind wouldn't stop racing.
Fia's face kept appearing behind my eyelids. That confident expression. The way she had met my eyes without flinching. The slap that still burned across my cheek hours later.
I touched my face. The sting had faded but the memory hadn't.
How dare she.
My fingers curled into the silk sheets beneath me. I had spent years building myself up. Years perfecting every detail. My appearance. My connections. My reputation. And she thought she could just waltz back into society wearing expensive pearls and steal everything I had worked for because she was married to Cian Donlon?
No. I gave her that.
Everything she had now was trash I didn't want.
