Katherine glared at the sleek black car disappearing down the street, her nails digging crescent moons into her palm. Inside that car were Alisha and her husband, Dante De Rossi.
Even after everything, Alisha looked happy. Blissfully, mockingly happy. Katherine could still hear the crowd's excited chatter as Dante had swept Alisha into his arms and carried her to the car as though they were the only two people in existence
"I'm so glad that Dante De Rossi is here to support his wife no matter what."
"He's so romantic. It's rare to see such a romantic man these days."
Every word felt like a blade sliding under her skin. Katherine's mouth thinned into a hard line. There was a time Nathan used to look at her with that same devotion, that same fire Dante showed Alisha. But now? Nathan hardly noticed her. The love she once bathed in had withered, and Alisha—Alisha, of all people—was the one basking in what Katherine had lost.
