Aubrey's POV
I sat in the lounge of my opulent mansion, sipping my favorite coffee from a delicate, gold-rimmed cup. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows highlighted the lavish decor, with its plush furnishings, crystal chandeliers, and exquisite artworks.
My house assistant, Amelia, entered the room with a discreet cough. "Good morning, Young Lady Aubrey. I brought the morning papers for you to review."
I took the tablet from Amelia and scanned the headlines. My gaze landed on a particular article, and a burst of laughter escaped my lips about my ex-husband, Dario. My housemaids, busy with their morning duties, stared at me in surprise.
The article showed photos of Dario stumbling around the ballroom, making a scene in front of the city's elite. The he
