Chapter 47

She was there, standing among the crowd, watching them. She had never been so mad in her life. So jealous. That was her man. Dom had always been hers. How could he pick that… wannabe? That low-class waitress who wanted nothing more than his money, the gold-digging bitch. The music had changed to an upbeat song, and she watched as they laughed and danced, and she felt like stomping her feet.

They looked so happy. How could Dom be happy with her? It was ridiculous. She had nothing on her. Absolutely nothing. The more she watched them, the more she was overcome with the urge to scream and rip that bitch’s hair out. She didn’t get it; she was not Dom’s type. She was. She had everything he could want, and she had thought that by now he would have gotten bored and found his way back to her.

But she saw now that she was wrong. The thing was, she was not going to give up on what was hers, and Dom had always been hers. Always. She had decided to let him have his fun up until no