Aurora, Abigail, and Asher had barely reached the VIP entrance of the exclusive club when they suddenly bumped into a group of men laughing loudly amongst themselves. Their conversation halted almost instantly, and the air around them grew tense.
Aurora's gaze swept over the group and landed directly on him—Owen Scott.
His previous smirk vanished the second his eyes met hers. Silence hung thick in the air for a brief moment, charged with an unspoken history neither wanted to acknowledge.
However, Aurora felt nothing—not hatred, resentment, or even anger. There was no longer a reason to harbour emotions toward a man who had already buried himself in the wreckage of his own mistakes. Olivia had been the karma she didn't even have to lift a finger for.
She didn't need revenge—he was already living it.