Hailey's POV
I didn't bother to confront them.
I didn't storm the garden or demand explanations or make a scene worthy of the chandeliers inside the ballroom. I didn't let Janet see me fracture, I didn't let Kingsley see me break.
I turned away.
The walk back to the car felt unreal, like moving through water. Every step was deliberate, controlled, as though my body were on autopilot while my mind lagged somewhere behind, replaying the image over and over again.
Her hands on his chest.
The angle of his head.
The way it looked like something that had happened before.
I didn't cry.
I didn't feel anything at all.
By the time I reached the penthouse, whatever heat had lived in me these past weeks had frozen solid.
The lights were off when I entered.
I didn'
