My heart stopped the second I saw the framed wedding photograph on Dominic’s bedside table, but that warm bubble of hope popped instantly the next afternoon when the front door chimed and Vivian Kane walked straight into the penthouse like she owned the place.
I was standing by the kitchen counter with a cup of tea when she glided past me in an expensive silk dress, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Vivian was stunning, confident, and completely at home in Dominic’s world. She didn't look like an outsider trying to survive in a high-society fishbowl. She looked like she belonged right here, right beside him.
"Oh, hello, Sienna," Vivian smiled, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as her sharp eyes scanned me up and down. "I hope I'm not interrupting. Dominic and
