Mag-log inALICEThe cold evening air blew across my face the second I stepped out of the car. I shook my head, trying to brush away the thought of how close Devon had just been to me. The way his gaze had lingered on mine with so much heat was messing with my mind."I am not letting that mean anything," I muttered to myself. I rubbed my palms together to keep warm, trying to slap the thought out of my head.I couldn't allow myself to be foolish again. Not with Devon, and not with anyone else. I took a deep breath to cool the warmth that the closeness had caused as I walked through the sliding doors of the mall.I grabbed a cart and started pushing it down the aisle, mentally counting the things I needed. "Hair dye, a few toiletries, some snacks..." I whispered under my breath, checking them off on my fingers. "And definitely some pepper spray."I stopped in front of the beauty aisle, my eyes scanning the rows of hair dye boxes. I brushed my fingers over the packages, wondering which color would
DEVONI felt her shift beneath my palm, her eyes darting around to check if anyone was still watching us. The exact second she realized the cameras were gone, she stepped away from me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.I wondered how she managed to look so composed when she was clearly tense."You don't have to do that, you know," she said, looking up at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "It wasn't necessary."A smirk pulled at my lips, and I stepped a little closer. "If you don't want a scene like that to happen, cupcake, then don't go to public places that put your face and exact location all over the internet."Her eyes widened in shock. She quickly pulled her phone out of her bag and stared at the screen. A low gasp left her lips. "Seriously? Who the hell posted this?"My smile grew as I watched her. The sudden shock on her face, the fact that she had forgotten to hide her real feelings, made her look like a completely different person. The thought caugh
ALICE The glass door of the café slid open as I stepped inside. After the awful morning I had, all I wanted was to sit down with Brea and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.I walked toward her table, glad she had texted me to meet up just in time. Spending time with her was exactly what I needed to clear my head.I sank into the chair opposite hers, letting out a quiet breath to calm myself. The sharp sting in my cheek had faded to a dull throb, but it still felt like Mrs. Stevens’s palm was pressed against my skin."I almost thought you were going to stand me up," Brea said, glancing away from her phone screen to look at me. The second our eyes met, her smile vanished. She leaned across the table, her eyes widening. "Alice... what happened to your face? Your cheek is completely red."I instinctively pulled my hair forward to hide the side of my face, taking a quick sip from her water glass. "It's nothing. Just a rough morning.""Come on, girl," Brea pressed, knocking her kn
DEVONThe guys huddled up in the locker room, pulling on their pads and getting into their hockey gear for practice. I sat on the wooden bench, tying my skates and ignoring the loud teasing from the rest of the team.Ever since I walked in, they had been talking about the wedding disaster. They were clearly using it to mock Dominic, who was sitting in the corner, completely silent."So... should I call you Mr. Husband now?" Mac asked with a grin, dropping onto the bench right next to me. "You still haven't told me how you pulled that off.""Keep talking and I'll make you skate extra laps." I said in a low voice, finally strapping my gloves tight. I stood up from the bench and headed toward the door. Mac followed right at my heels."Come on, are you really going to keep the details from me?" he asked, acting like I had broken his trust. "You still haven't said why you even married her. Man, she looked so desperate out there."I stopped dead in my tracks, turning around to stare directl
ALICE A faint smirk tugged at my lips as I pulled my hand away from my cheek, even though the skin was stinging badly. I looked right into her eyes. "Are you done?" Mrs. Steven scoffed, clearly annoyed by my reaction. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off before she could start. "If that slap made you feel better, then congratulations. But it doesn't change the fact that your son cheated on me," I said, keeping my gaze locked onto hers. "At least I'm nice enough not to let the whole world know the dirty details." "Enough of this!" Mrs. Steven screamed. Behind her, the assistant flinched at the loud noise, but I didn't blink. In my past life, Mrs Stevens had always acted like I wasn't welcome in her home, she made it obvious that she preferred Amber for Dominic. I had been so blind back then, believing every single excuse Dominic used to make for her. He always told me his parents were just having a bad day. Now, I could see right through the lies. I crossed my
ALICEThe cab stopped in front of Lin Wears, one of the most expensive boutiques in New York, owned by my mother. I glanced down at my phone screen to check the time before stepping out onto the sidewalk. Knowing my mother put her work above everything else, I knew she would be here. I shoved my phone into my bag and walked through the front doors into the lobby.The receptionist at the desk bowed her head slightly. "Good morning, Miss Brent," she said with a bright smile."Is my mother in?" I asked, not slowing down while I walked straight toward the elevator.She nodded, and I hit the button. My hands trembled slightly as I waited for the elevator to reach her floor. I could feel anxiety building in my chest.Taking a deep breath, I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I told myself I was ready to face whatever she had to say. The moment Brea told me my mom had called her in the middle of the night, I knew she was sick with worry about me.The elevator doors chimed open. I s







