Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 498

Under the kaleidoscopic, flickering lights that cast a dim and hazy glow, restless souls surrendered themselves to the rhythm of the dance floor, swaying in wild abandon.

The music was deafening, drowning out any chance of conversation. Sarah noticed two people near the booths practically screaming at each other just to be heard.

In this space, men and women lost themselves, venting their frustrations and emotions in tangled movements. Here, they could strip away everything—doubts, pain, burdens—if only for a little while.

Ever since Steven had warned Scarlett against stepping foot in a bar after their two encounters, she had promised to stay away. But for the sake of her best friend? She would make an exception.

"Sasa, want to dance? I hear this place can numb you for a while. If you're feeling awful, why not let go for a bit?"

Sarah found a seat at the bar, idly ordering a glass of champagne. She took a sip before setting it back down.

After indulging in so many exquisite, high-end wines at last night’s tasting event, her palate hadn’t yet forgotten their rich complexity. There was no way she could stomach this now.

She sat there quietly. Before she had met James, she and Scarlett had often come to places like this, fearlessly embracing the reckless abandon of youth. Back then, nothing had ever gone wrong.

But now, not even the alcohol here could give her the temporary escape she craved.

"Make me something strong," she told the bartender. "Something that will make me forget."

Out on the dance floor, Scarlett twirled with an infectious energy, laughing as she moved to the beat.

"Sasa! Come on! Get over here!"

Sarah waved her off. She wasn’t in the mood.

At the Wilson Corporation, Vivian was handling business matters. She had planned to collaborate with the Sadberry family, only to find that Sarah had beaten her to it.

Her phone rang. She answered impatiently, "What is it?"

"Where are you?"

"Mm, got it."

From his vantage point on the 28th floor, Zachary looked down at the city’s expanse, its bright lights flickering like countless watchful eyes.

The entire company had emptied out for the night, but he remained, buried in the weight of his plans.

Tomorrow would be the first move in a long-orchestrated game.

His gaze drifted toward a framed photograph on the bookshelf—Sarah’s sleeping face.

He had taken it in secret. Printed it. Kept it.

His fingers hovered over her name on his phone screen for a long time.

It was late. She was probably asleep.

But for some reason, he still couldn’t bring himself to put the phone down.