The door to the elevator pinged open at last and the bottle of wine Madison held in her hand crashed to the floor. Not that the couple locked in a passionate embrace noticed at all. The lying, cheating bastard was too busy tongue fucking whoever he’d chosen as her replacement this evening.
Bile rose in her throat and her fingers itched to pick up the broken bottle and ram it into the side of his neck.
Instead, she nudged her chin up and smiled at him when he eventually unglued his lips.
“Madison, this isn’t—”
“Spare me. We’re over.”
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