Third person’s POV
He sat down for a moment, the silence of the room crawling up his spine.
Scarlett. His wife. The woman he promised Charles to protect.
He had failed her once, by keeping too much in, by pretending his heart wasn’t already halfway hers.
He wouldn’t fail her again.
Cassie had declared war.
Fine.
She was about to find out what hell looked like when Jasper Carrington stopped playing the gentleman.
Scarlett’s POV
I didn’t even know when my feet left the house. One second, I was breathing stale tension in my room, and the next, I was standing in front of his apartment.
Charles.
The name alone made my throat tighten.
I hadn’t been here since the funeral. Since I watched them lower the only person who ever truly understood me into the ground. I didn’t come here for c
