Scarlett’s POV
At first, I didn’t move.
I just lay there, curled into myself, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers the earth had just violently snatched away.
The phone buzzed again on the floor.
It sounded distant.
Unreal.
The warmth that had cocooned my life for months had vanished in one careless moment, stripped away by headlines, whispers, and the image I still couldn’t bring myself to open.
I finally reached for the phone with numb fingers. The glass was cracked slightly along one corner. A jagged vein, how fitting.
More notifications spilled in. I didn’t read them.
Instead, I opened the original article again, my pulse thundering in my ears.
And there it was.
Photographic proof.
“EXCLUSIVE: Jasper Carrington Spotted in Paris With Mystery Woman, Public Kiss
