Scarlett’s POV
The next morning, I woke up to silence.
A strange silence, not the peaceful kind, but the sort that hums behind your ears and makes everything feel unreal. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the ceiling. High. Ornate. With gold linings and crown moldings too elegant to exist in a regular home.
I turned to my side and sighed. The bed felt untouched. Cold on both sides.
He didn’t even sleep here.
Of course he didn’t.
What was I expecting?
I thought to myself and laughed.
Dragging myself out of bed, I wrapped a silk robe around me, one of the many items already waiting for me in the walk-in closet. Everything in there had tags, smelled new, and came with the cold reminder that Jasper didn’t want me, he just wanted a wife-shaped accessory.
A soft knock on
