Scarlett’s POV
The rest of the day moved like slow fire, burning under my skin in a way I couldn’t shake. The roses sat on my desk like a challenge. Every time someone passed by and stole a glance, I felt like I was standing in the middle of a conversation I hadn’t agreed to be part of.
I tried to focus on my reports. My meetings. Anything. But every plan I made for the gala unraveled into questions.
Do I go with Nicholas, make a statement that I’m no longer under Jasper’s thumb?
Or do I stand beside the man I married, even if he’s spent the last few months making me feel invisible?
By the time the day ended, I was exhausted from thinking. From pretending. From holding it all together.
But just as I stepped out of the elevator, heels clicking toward the lobby, I saw him.
Jasper.
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