As she leaned over the toilet, staring at the remnants of the crackers she'd managed to eat for breakfast, Layla blinked back tears. Her heart beat frantically in her chest and her head was swimming. Colt-Colt Wheeler of all people-had just told her the truth. The truth! She thought she'd known the truth. Despite the death being ruled as an accident, for two months she'd blamed herself! If she'd just gotten Jeff to come back to the room with her it never would have happened- the freak accident would have never happened.

She stood up and smoothed down her dress, her hands absentmindedly running over the small, but firm, bump beneath the lace. She should've known Juliette was somehow involved. Why had it never occurred to her before? She stepped out of the stall and ran the water at the sink. She stared at her reflection in the mirror- sad eyes, pale skin, dark circles. She bore the look of sorrow-deep sorrow. Would she ever feel happiness again? It didn't seem like a possibility without him. Tears welled and she hung her head. Why was she even here?

Closing her eyes, she took a deep, calming breath. She wasn't here for herself. This wasn't about her. Today was Reyna's day and she was here to support her. How could she not after all Reyna had done? What she hadn't expected from her first public venture was Colt's confession. She gripped the counter. As memories of her time in Atlanta resurfaced, grief was rising up again, too, threatening to choke her once more as a lump formed in her throat. Her hands trembled as she let go of the marble. A touch of dehydration maybe?

She wet a paper towel and blotted her face with it. Another wave of nausea washed over her, but she managed to get passed it without running to the small stall once more. She blinked a few times- she needed to focus on something other than the sickness. Like the information she'd just found out for instance. Jeff hadn't deserved to die. She needed to get to the bottom of this. For starters, how could Juliette be going on about her business like nothing had happened?

Because something had happened. Juliette's careless behavior had taken away her love and left her alone to start one of the most frightening journeys of her life. Layla tossed the paper towel in the trash and checked her reflection one last time. As she stared at the girl in the mirror, she saw the determination settling in her eyes. Juliette needed to pay. She wasn't sure how, but what she'd done couldn't go unchecked. It wasn't right. She rubbed her stomach. Or fair. Her hand quickly flew to her lips, desperate to squelch the sob threatening its release.

She'd had time to think. As she listened to Deacon and Reyna's vows, the beautiful song by The Exes, and watched the happy couple share their first dance, she couldn't lie and say that she wasn't envious. They had what she would never have. The other half of her heart was buried in a frozen cemetery in upstate New York somewhere. The Fordham family hadn't even acknowledged her as Jeff's girlfriend and still wouldn't give her the time of day. All she wanted was that moment of closure-to see his grave. It still felt so surreal-if she could just see his headstone, his name etched there forever...maybe then she could start the process of moving on.

Layla shook her head to clear her melancholy thoughts. She was at a wedding reception-love and happiness was all around her and here she was thinking about death and cemeteries. Besides, she had business that needed her attention. Swallowing her anguish and putting on a brave face with a forced smile, she sidled up to Avery at the bar. If she wasn't so lost in her own mourning, she would want to say that he looked pretty wrecked himself. But she had on whatever the opposite of rose colored glasses was. Everything had a tinge of gray to it. He could be perfectly happy and she was just imagining the haunted look in his eyes.

When he answered her simple questions about Juliette, he seemed nervous. Why was he desperate to get away from her? What had she ever done to him? She watched him practically run out of the room once he'd excused himself from their conversation. Strange. He seemed like a great guy-his only sin being his love for such a poisonous woman. Layla's flash of determination from earlier was slowly smoldering into a vengeful heat burning her heart. Poor Avery. So misguided.

Thoughts of revenge and anger filled her mind. She resisted at first, not wanting to stoop to Juliette's level. She'd wronged her long ago with that tabloid leak, but she'd been young and in the past two years had grown up a lot. She really didn't want to be vindictive. But the anger she was starting to feel took away the searing pain of grief, even if it was just temporary. Not carrying the weight of her sorrow left her floating-no longer tethered to a headstone she'd never even seen. She had many other worries to consider, but for now, all she could think about was planning out how she could make Juliette pay for what she'd done.