POV: Scarlett Mitchell
The coffee cup falls from my hand the moment my phone buzzes.
It's just a text. One message. But it shatters everything we've built in the last two weeks like glass hitting concrete. I watch the dark liquid spread across Cameron's white marble kitchen floor, and I can't seem to care. My fingers are shaking as I read the words again.
Cameron's little arrangement is very interesting. Maybe the media should know how fake your love really is. — V
Victoria.
Of course it's Victoria.
I read it four times, hoping the words will change. They don't. My stomach twists in a way that makes me think I'm about to be sick. Two weeks. It's only been two weeks since we announced the engagement and suddenly our entire plan, our entire survival strategy, is burning down because a woman with a broken ego and too much time on her hands has figured out the truth.
