Chapter Twenty-four

The clinking of silverware and low hum of chatter filled the luxurious restaurant, but at Scott and Lydia’s table, the air felt unusually heavy.

Their meals sat mostly untouched.

Scott leaned back in his seat, one hand loosely holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting idly on the table. His sharp gaze kept drifting toward the table across from them — where Josh and Vivian were seated, laughing together as if the awkward exchange minutes ago had never happened.

Vivian tossed her head back in laughter, her hand lightly brushing Josh’s arm. The carefree expression on her face gnawed at Scott’s nerves.

Lydia watched him carefully. He hadn’t said much since they sat down. The more Vivian laughed, the more alcohol Scott poured. She could see the slight flush creeping into his cheeks, the subtle way his shoulders tensed every time Josh leaned closer to Vivian.