Cherry had already read the first message days ago.
**Ken:**
*Tell my little bride that I’m not done.*
She had stared at those words until her hands shook, then locked her phone and pretended it never happened. She never replied. She never deleted it. She just buried it in a hidden folder and told herself she would deal with it later.
Later never came.
Now it was almost 1 a.m. and she was wide awake again, phone glowing in the dark, waiting for Richard to reply. He had gone quiet after saying goodnight, and the silence was already eating her alive.
She opened the hidden folder without even thinking.
And that was when she saw it.
A second message.
**Ken:**
*I saw you leaving my Princess house, Cherry. We need to talk.*
The chill started at the base of her spine and spread fas
