Allyson's POV
The restaurant doors swept open, and Michael walked in with his usual commanding presence. My breath caught in my throat when I saw he wasn't alone. A stunning blonde in a crimson dress hung onto his arm like she belonged there. She was tall, sophisticated, and absolutely gorgeous.
Our gazes collided across the crowded dining room. My heart plummeted to my stomach. For a split second, I expected him to march over to our table the way he always did when he caught me with Kenneth. Instead, he looked away and escorted his companion to a corner table.
I despised how my eyes tracked his every movement, despised the hollow ache spreading through my chest at seeing him with someone else.
"Allyson?" Kenneth's gentle voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
