Scarlett’s POV
I stared at the screen again. The picture was still there.
Jasper Carrington.
With another woman.
Yesterday.
My chest tightened as I scrolled down the blog post for the hundredth time. It wasn’t just a blurry photo or some poorly edited headline-hunting gossip. No. This was high-definition clarity, him, laughing, leaning into a woman whose fingers lightly grazed his chest. She was stunning, dressed in a pale cream blazer, effortlessly elegant. Another blog had posted it. The caption read: “Top attorney Jasper Carrington spotted out with model-turned-entrepreneur Bianca DeWitt, fueling speculations of a rekindled flame.”
Bianca DeWitt?
The name rang a bell, and I found myself sinking into a spiral I had vowed never to enter again. Not after everything we’d survived. No
