The next day, a light drizzle still hung over the city.
But for the first time in a long while, my heart felt clear.
Maybe because the divorce was finally over and I could breathe again.
I sat in front of my computer, staring at the screen.
Just as I was getting into it, the sharp click of heels came from the entrance.
Ethan’s voice followed. “Ma’am, do you have an appointment?”
I turned my head.
The moment I saw who walked in, my mood dropped.
“What are you doing in my little studio again?” I leaned back in my chair.
Ann didn’t even take off her sunglasses. She tossed her phone onto my desk. “Did you do this?”
I glanced at her screen. A news page flashed in bold headlines:
Actress Ann, socialite and a certain Alpha’s mistress.
I lifted a brow. Whoever leaked that had guts. Ann
