Lyvana stared at the screen for a long time.
Her mind refused to understand what her eyes were seeing.
Julian.
Married.
To Catalina.
Her chest tightened, and for a moment it felt like the air had been pulled out of the room.
Emily was still on the phone.
"Liv?" she said softly. "Say something."
Lyvana swallowed hard.
"I'm here," she said, though her voice sounded distant even to herself.
"Liv, I don't understand it either," Emily rushed on. "Maybe it's fake. Maybe it's some kind of stunt or business thing. You know how those families are —"
"No," Lyvana said quietly. "We both know The Mirror Entertainment is not a site for posting fake news."
Emily fell silent.
She kept staring at the photo. Julian looked calm and composed.
Her hands were trembling.
A week ago he had been holding her in that quiet yacht, promising she was safe. A week ago he had kissed her forehead like she was the most precious thing in the world.
