Kirsten stared at the name glowing on her phone screen, her eyes cold as frost. She swiped to answer.
"Kirsten." Marion's voice came through, tinged with fatigue but laced with a patronizing calm. "I saw the trending mess online. Someone set up that photo to stir trouble. My PR team's handling it. Don't let it get to you."
His tone was dismissive, as if he were brushing off a minor inconvenience, not soothing someone battered by a storm of online hate—a woman he'd once claimed to love.
Kirsten stayed silent, listening without a word.
Marion, irked by her lack of response, softened his tone but couldn't hide his impatience. "You wanted to go on that trip to clear your head, right? Go ahead, I'm fine with it. I'll plan the itinerary; make sure you have a blast."
His words dripped with c
