The first time I saw Luke after the transformation, he choked on his champagne.

I didn’t plan it—running into him at the Phipps Plaza Neiman Marcus—but fate has a sense of humor. I stood there in a cream silk jumpsuit, heels like blades, my body honed into something fierce, not hidden. He stared like I was a ghost, a mirage, a mistake.

"Mattie?" he finally whispered, eyes darting to my waist, my face, my diamond earrings—the ones he sold to fund his getaway with her.

"Surprise," I said, voice steady, holding up a shopping bag from the boutique he’d once refused to enter with me. "Turns out, they make these in every size now."

His mouth opened, but no sound came. Then his phone buzzed—her name flashed. I smiled. "Tell Natalie I said hello. And maybe… suggest she checks your credit history."

As I turned, my pulse roared. This was just the beginning. Now I had to decide: ruin him quietly, or make the whole world watch.