Alexia – POV
Of course I got lost.
Because why the fuck not? The universe hadn't done enough, apparently. First, my emotionally constipated husband dumps me on a goddamn runway without a word, and now I'm wandering down streets that all look the same with zero clue where the hell I am.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
The sun hadn't even properly risen yet. It was that weird in-between time where the sky glowed faintly orange and blue, casting long, dramatic shadows that made everything look either abandoned or haunted. There was a chill in the air that clung to my clothes and turned my fingers numb, but my pride kept me walking. Or maybe it was the fact I had no other choice.
I mean, who needs a ride when your billionaire husband decides to go full soap-opera and abandon you because he suddenly remembered you whipped him five times a day in a previous life?
Ugh.
