Mornings in Manhattan are usually greeted by the pungent aroma of strong coffee and the rhythmic cacophony of taxi horns. But for Scarlett, this morning tasted of cold betrayal. She had just taken a sip of her chamomile tea when the phone on the marble kitchen island began to vibrate incessantly.
It wasn't just a notification or two; it was hundreds.
Scarlett reached for the sleek device. The headlines from Daily Mail and TMZ glared back at her, exploding like a calculated strike to the face. The photos were shot with long-range lenses, yet they were sharp enough to shatter whatever remained of Scarlett's heart. Julian Caldwell, his shirt slightly disheveled, was captured stepping out of Selena Harrington's private wing at Dunvegan Castle at three in the morning.
Julian's expression was one of agitation. In another frame, Selena leaned against the doorframe in a silk robe, watching his retreating back with the smirk of a victor.
