MIAS POV

"Why are you here?" Sean asked.

His voice cut through me like he was addressing a stranger who'd wandered in off the street. Not the woman he'd held in his arms countless nights. Not the woman he'd whispered promises to in the dark.

How can he look at me that way? Like I'm nothing to him?

The music died suddenly. Everyone turned to stare, drinks paused midway to lips, conversations hanging unfinished in the air. I felt their eyes crawling over mesoaking wet ...