T R I C I A
The party was still in full swing when Dominic and Hailey left. I watched them go, a bitter taste in my mouth. He had chosen her. Again.
I finished my drink, the champagne burning a path down my throat. I needed another one. And another. I needed to numb the pain, to erase the image of his hands on her, the way he looked at her as if she was the only person in the world.
He was supposed to be mine. We were supposed to be together. It was destiny. I had known it from the moment I met him, a cocky, arrogant boy with a heart of gold. I had waited for him, patiently, biding my time, supporting him through every failed relationship, every bad decision.
And then she came along. Hailey. The quiet, unassuming woman who had somehow managed to capture his heart. She has no right to h
