She sacrificed a lot for James. They were intimate lovers and business partners.
I should feel happy that he found someone like her, but seeing his cold gaze, my heart still shattered into pieces.
The one standing by his side could never be me.
So, James, don't look back. You must always hate me.
Allowing the man beside me to pull me into his arms, I put on a fawning smile, presenting a completely different image from what James remembered. "Come, Bob, let me toast you again."
James' eyes remained icy, not even glancing at me.
After drinking countless glasses, the man's hand began to roam over my arm. I endured the disgust, trying to break free.
But I felt dizzy, and my stomach started to ache.
Suddenly, James' unsteady figure appeared in my line of sight. He yanked me out of the man's embrace. "Olivia!"
The room fell silent, whispers starting again. The man beside me, now angry, dropped his friendly disguise. "James, what do you mean by this?"
Before he could finish, James' rough handling made my stomach churn. I rushed out to the restroom and vomited until I was dizzy.
The surging alcohol continuously assaulted my brain, causing my long-hidden emotions to collapse.