So right now? I didn't care anymore. The woman who loved Brandon died in that hospital.
After dropping my suitcase at my friend’s apartment tonight, I decided to go to a high-end lounge downtown. Not to drown my sorrows, but to finally celebrate being untied from him.
I ordered a strong cocktail and drank, letting the burn soothe my throat.
"Celebrating something?" a deep, smooth voice asked.
I turned to see a strikingly handsome man sitting on the stool next to me. I didn't know it yet, but this was Vaughn—the ruthless CEO of the rival corporation that had been giving Brandon hell in the business world for the past year.
"My freedom," I replied, clinking my glass against his.
We talked and drank, the conversation flowing easily. For the first time in years, I felt like a normal woman.
I was so engrossed in the conversation that I didn't even realize Brandon and Paula had walked into the lounge.
"Victoria? Hi!" a sickeningly sweet voice chirped.
I turned around. Paula was standing there, clinging to Brandon's arm.
Brandon looked at me, his brows furrowed in deep displeasure, clearly shocked to see me out drinking instead of crying at home like I usually did.