Scarlett's Pov
The media was relentless, tearing me apart piece by piece, and I couldn’t stand it.
It hadn’t even been a full day since that damn picture got out, and already they’d cooked up an array of ridiculous stories from it. Some claimed I was in a love triangle with Sebastian and the woman in the photo. Others suggested that Sebastian had been playing me all along and that I was the fool caught up in my own lies.
My phone hadn’t stopped ringing since morning. Calls from every number imaginable—journalists, tabloids, and of course, my father.
He had probably called a dozen times by now, but I ignored every single one. I knew exactly what he was going to say, and I wasn’t in the mood to hear it.
I could practically picture him sitting in his office, phone in hand, ready to lect
