Chapter 707

Ophelia’s elegance cut through the smoky haze of the bar. The moment she stepped in, men swarmed her.

“Hey, gorgeous. I’ve got a booth and a bottle of Ace of Spades. Want to join me?” one said, holding up his wine glass.

“Forget him,” another chimed in. “I’m a member—name your drink, it’s on me.”

Ophelia’s face remained icy. “Move.”

She pushed past them, slammed her card on the counter, reserved a booth, and ordered an entire case of beer. Alone, she started cracking bottles open and chugging like clockwork. The pile of empties grew, but instead of dulling her pain, the alcohol sharpened every thought.

Kian’s face flashed through her mind—at work, in their quiet routines, the memory of him kneeling and proposing with a diamond ring. She used to be the happiest woman alive. A perfect childhood, a successful career, true love. And now? A fool.