Scarlett’s POV
His eyes faltered, just for a second, but it was enough. Enough to tell me that something cracked inside him. That this moment wasn’t about lies anymore. Not clever excuses. Not feigned ignorance. No.
This was the look of a man who could no longer pretend.
A man who wasn’t surprised by the note.
A man who had seen that handwriting before.
And he knew I saw it in his eyes, too.
I leaned back slowly, my heart thudding like war drums in my ears. I wanted to scream. To throw the wine in his face. To walk out and never look back.
But I didn’t.
Because if Jasper Carrington was involved… then this went deeper than I ever imagined.
And worse, he might’ve been trying to protect me from it.
The drive back from the restaurant was going to be quiet, save for the low hum of th
