Vivian's POV
I notice it in small pieces first, the way you notice a room getting colder before you realize a window's been left open somewhere. A missed text here. A decision made without me there. Nothing dramatic enough to name, at first, just a slow accumulation of moments that leave me feeling strangely smaller, like I'm shrinking one signature at a time and no one bothered to tell me.
Marcus reschedules a lunch with Sienna without telling me, citing a conflicting press opportunity I never approved. I find out from an assistant's calendar invite, the kind with his logo stamped in the corner like a brand, like I'm a product line instead of a person. When I ask him about it later, phone pressed to my ear while I pace my closet trying to find something that doesn't feel like armor, he
