Third Person POV
This wasn’t an accident.
This was performance.
Carefully timed.
Carefully executed.
The goddaughter announcement.
The public concern.
The pregnancy.
The collapse.
Every scene had been arranged like pieces on a chessboard.
And Sophie?
Sophie was trying to force herself permanently into the Grant family.
Raina stood perfectly still across the ballroom.
Then slowly lifted her champagne glass.
And drank.
Calmly.
As though nothing at all had happened.
That composure unsettled Sophie more than any emotional outburst could have.
Because Raina wasn’t fighting anymore.
And people who stopped fighting were dangerous.
Raina’s POV
I should’ve felt angry.
Maybe humiliated.
Maybe heartbroken.
But honestly?
I was just tired.
Tired of performances.
Tired of mis
