The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows, warm and golden—but nothing about Leon’s mood felt light.
He was already dressed in black slacks and a crisp button-down, eyes focused on the screen in front of him, one hand gripping a steaming mug of black coffee.
Serena walked into the living room barefoot, her hair still tousled from the night before. She wore one of his shirts, oversized and unbuttoned halfway down. For a moment, she thought she could pretend they were normal—just two people who’d found comfort in each other.
But the look on his face crushed that illusion instantly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, crossing the room.
Leon didn’t answer.
He clicked on something, and the screen shifted to an image—a grainy photo of a younger Serena. The headline below read:
“Heir
