Morning came without color.
The light spilling through Gigi’s apartment windows was gray and heavy, as if even the sun didn’t know how to rise anymore. The air carried that odd stillness that always followed chaos — a kind of quiet that hummed with unfinished echoes.
Her phone buzzed on the table for the fifth time that morning.
She didn’t have to look to know what it was.
Another headline. Another alert. Another piece of him is being torn apart publicly.
“JASON JAE UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR CORPORATE SABOTAGE.”
“SHAREHOLDERS DEMAND IMMEDIATE STEP-DOWN.”
“JADE EMPIRE COLLAPSES: FROM WALL STREET’S GOLDEN BOY TO SCANDAL ICON.”
Each headline is cut differently. None surprised her anymore, yet all of them hurt her in the same way.
Gigi set the phone down and pressed her hands against he
