Page 106 of Shattered By Grace

Lena let out a low laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, sweetie. You have no idea."

The brunette’s smirk didn’t falter under Victoria’s sharp gaze. Instead, she slid into the seat across from her like she belonged there, as if Victoria was the one intruding on her night.

“By all means, take a seat.” Unimpressed, Victoria folded her arms and stared her down. "What do you want?"

Lena smiled, crossing her long gorgeous legs. "I had a thought…"

"You better be careful with those," Victoria cut in smoothly. "They haven’t helped you much so far.”

“Cute.” Lena’s smile faltered for a split second before she recovered, but Victoria saw and felt it. And damn, it was satisfying.

"Enjoying the view?" Victoria hummed, watching Lena brows lifting like she’s still deciding whether or not to be amused.

"I mean, I had to see for myself who Tristan’s latest... distraction is."

Victoria scoffed, taking a slow sip of her drink. "Wow. You talk a lot for someone who’s irrelevant."

Lena’s lips twitched, but Victoria didn’t miss the brief flicker of irritation in her eyes.

"You’re feisty. I can see why he’s entertained. For now." The woman tapped her manicured nails against the table. "But you should know something about Tristan, sweetheart. He collects things. And when he gets bored, he tosses them aside without a second thought."

Victoria didn’t flinch. If this woman thought she could plant doubt, she was sorely mistaken. Instead, she tilts her head, amusement curling at the edges of her lips.

"And let me guess," she drawled, "you thought you were the exception?"

Lena bristles.Bingo.

Victoria leaned forward just slightly, her voice dipping into something soft yet lethal.

"You must have been really fun while you lasted." She gave her a pitying smile. "Shame it wasn’t long enough to make an impression. On him. Or anyone else, apparently."

Lena’s jaw tightened, her composure slipping just enough to satisfy Victoria.

"You have no idea what you’re getting into," she hissed, standing abruptly.

Victoria lifted her glass in a mock toast, voice laced with amusement. "Then I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?"

Before Lena could get another word in, Tristan’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Find out what exactly?"

Both women turned. Tristan stood behind Lena, his face closed-off, but his posture screamed authority. His gaze flicked between the two of them before landing on Victoria, scanning her expression like he’s making sure she’s okay.

Victoria shrugged, completely unbothered. "Oh, just girl talk."

Tristan’s jaw clenched, and then his attention shifted, finally settling on his ex. His lips pressed into a thin, unimpressed line. “Lena Foxwood,” he said, each syllable tasted worse than the last.

Ah. So like Foxwood Holdings. Well damn

Lena straightened, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Tristan.”

He looked through her, not at her. His gaze didn’t waver. Without a hint of hesitation, he moved straight past her, heading directly for Victoria.

“Let’s go.” His voice was low and firm, like it was the only thing that mattered. He reached for Victoria’s hand, pulling her gently to her feet.

Before they could take a step, Lena scoffs, the sound sharp in the silence between them.

"You can’t be serious. Her?"

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