Scarlett’s POV
The night air was sharp against my bare skin, but I barely felt it.
I leaned against the cold marble railing, staring blankly at the glittering city lights beyond.
Inside the ballroom, laughter and music swirled together in a dizzying symphony of everything I no longer belonged to.
Out here, it was just me. And the brutal, unrelenting truth.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until a tear slid silently down my cheek.
I wiped it away quickly, cursing myself.
Not here. Not in public. Not because of him.
I turned my face further into the night, hoping the darkness would swallow me whole.
“Scarlett.”
His voice was low, rough, barely above a whisper.
I stiffened, refusing to turn around.
If I didn’t look at him, maybe he wouldn’t see how broken I was. Maybe I could st
