Ashley’s hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel as she drove back to her apartment, her mind racing with rage and betrayal. Mason thought he could walk away from her, leave her in the dust like she was nothing. He was wrong. Dead wrong. If she couldn’t have him, no one else would. The thought simmered in her head like a dangerous promise.

Her mind drifted back to the bossy-looking woman she had seen with Mason at the bar that day—Chloe. Ashley recalled how, just before the woman had disappeared into a sleek black car, she had slipped a card into her hand, her red-painted lips curling into a knowing...