Chapter 33. What’s Worse Than One Ex?

Amelia’s POV

Do you know what’s worse than one ex? Two exes.

No, really. Imagine standing in a crowded room, surrounded by people in tailored suits and glittering gowns, hoping to blend in, only to be thrown into a vortex of past romantic disasters. That was my night in a nutshell.

When I agreed to come to this event, I thought the biggest challenge would be surviving small talk without a drink in hand. But fate, with its dark sense of humor, had other plans.

First, there was Adrian—the ex who needed no introduction. I’d quickly abandoned him after we entered the hall in search of a drink. And that’s when I spotted the last person I wanted to see for the second time, just in case I thought the first time I’d seen him when I entered the hall was a hallucination—Chase Rivers.

My stomach turned. Chase. Of all people.

Let me clarify: Chase was supposed to be the “nice guy.” After Adrian, I made it my personal mission to date someone stable, rel