Zara’s POV

“Please come with me, ma’am,” a hotel staffer said, his voice calm but professional as he gestured towards a private. The soft carpet rubbed my heels as I followed him down the hallway. The crystal chandeliers above us glittered like constellations, reminding me of just how high the stakes were tonight.

As I approached the room, my breath hitched slightly, not from nerves but sheer disbelief.

Standing there, where I didn’t expect him to be, was Zane.

For a moment, I froze. The man I once gave my heart to–the man who shattered it like it didn’t matter- was here. Not that I still felt something for him....