When I woke up, the voices on the television caught my attention. I turned to the screen, my vision blurry and barely listened until I heard his name and frozen.
‘Billionaire Cain Blackwood is seen with a mystery blonde woman at the Grand Royale Hotel. Do you think this is trouble in paradise for his one-year marriage to Elle King?’
I shot up on the couch, blinking hard at the image of Cain entering the hotel lobby holding a blonde woman in his arms.
‘No.’ I muttered under my breath.
Not Cain. It can't happen again. I love him.
My blood roared in my ears as I stared at the screen in shock. There was something familiar about the woman, but I couldn't see her face properly.
My hands clenched into fists. I wasn’t the naïve woman who was left at the altar a year ago by James Calloway. I can't let this happen to me all over again.
I quickly grabbed my coat and stormed out of the house. I drove like a woman to the hotel I had given Cain everything. And he still betrayed me.
I stood in front of the Grand Royale Hotel, taking a deep breath. I strode into the lobby, ignoring the whispers and glances.
When I reached the front desk, the receptionist stiffened when she saw me. “Mrs. Blackwood—”