Morning arrived, but the silence inside the Sterling mansion felt heavier than the night before.
Emma woke slowly, the events of yesterday rushing back into her mind before she even opened her eyes.
The scandal.
The news reports.
The photographs.
Dominic’s face when she slapped him.
Her chest tightened.
For a moment she wished she had imagined everything.
But the faint buzzing of her phone on the bedside table told her otherwise.
The world was still talking.
Emma sat up slowly, pressing a hand against her stomach. The baby shifted gently, a small reminder of the life growing inside her.
The only innocent thing left in this disaster.
She picked up her phone.
Hundreds of notifications.
Messages from acquaintances, journalists, influencers, even distant relatives she hadn’t spok
