Morning came like a curtain of gray over the city, the kind of light that made even glass towers look dull. Marrin hadn't slept. The glowing skyline outside her penthouse window had faded into a pale dawn before she finally moved from where she'd stood all night, staring at the message from Vivienne.
She had thought she'd known every form of betrayal. She was wrong.
Vivienne's new campaign — "For the Victims of Manipulation" — wasn't just a headline. It was a declaration of war, a neat, glossy weapon sharpened with public sympathy.
Derek's smirking face on the magazine cover made her stomach twist. The caption beneath their photo read:"Philanthropy's Power Couple: Turning Pain Into Purpose."
Marrin closed the magazine and exhaled slowly. They had always been good at pretending — but th
