Jenna sat on the edge of her bed, still in the same dress from last night. She hadn’t changed, hadn’t eaten, or slept.
Her eyes were dry now, not because she wasn’t crying, but because she had nothing to give.
Ryker’s words haunted her.
Not even a chance to defend herself. He carried Nina out like some wounded goddess and left her like a villain.
“I thought I knew you. I didn’t know you could stoop so low.”
The whispers at the dinner had stung. But it was the silence afterward, the way no one came to her room, no one knocked, no one asked if she was okay—that was what cracked her open.
She didn’t even know where Ryker had gone after the fall. The villa had been hushed since. As if the walls themselves were waiting for a verdict.
When a knock finally came, Jenna flinched.
It wasn’t
