MasukScarlett had spent the better part of the morning walking between two hospital rooms.Theo was in one,Grant was in the other.And somehow, despite having spent years believing she could handle anything life decided to throw at her, Scarlett felt as though she had been split directly down the middle.Every time she sat beside Theo, her mind wandered to Grant.Every time she stood beside Grant’s bed, her thoughts immediately returned to Theo.She had barely slept,not that she had truly tried.The surgery had gone well.The doctors had told her that more than once, and each time Scarlett heard the words, a small part of the suffocating weight pressing against her chest loosened.The surgery went well.It had become the only sentence she wanted to hear.Theo was recovering.Grant was recovering.Everything was going to be okay.Or at least, Scarlett desperately hoped it would be.Theo’s room felt quieter than the rest of the hospital.Scarlett had chosen to spend most of the morning there becau
Cassian had been staring at Elise’s message for almost ten minutes.‘Something came up. I’m sorry, handsome. Rain check?’Three short lines.Ordinarily, he might have found the message mildly irritating. Elise had a habit of canceling plans as though she had never learned the concept of inconvenience, and then appearing the next day with a smile beautiful enough to make people forget why they had been annoyed with her in the first place.Cassian, however, had never been particularly easy to distract.And tonight, something about the message bothered him.Not because she had cancelled, something in the air was not just right.He leaned back against the leather seat of his car, the phone resting loosely in his hand as he looked through the windshield at the city ahead of him. He was parked outside the restaurant where they had planned to have dinner.Alone.His driver waited silently in the front seat.Cassian looked at Elise’s message again.Something came up.The words were harmless.He
The sun had begun to sink behind the trees by the time Scarlett reached Grant’s estate.Her hands were still shaking around the steering wheel.She hadn’t stopped thinking during the drive.That was the problem,there was too much time to think.Too much time to imagine Grant looking at her with anger before she told him why she had come, too much time to imagine him refusing.No.Grant would never refuse.Even if he hated Scarlett, even if he never wanted to see her again.He loved Theo and Scarlett knew that.She had seen it.She had trusted him because of it.But knowing something and desperately needing it were two completely different things.Her car came to a stop outside the house.Scarlett barely remembered walking through the front entrance or even feeling the ground beneath her feet.One of the staff members recognized her immediately.“Ms.Monroe-”“Where’s Grant?”The woman hesitated.Scarlett’s heart dropped again.“Where is he?”“He isn’t in the house.”Scarlett stared.“What do
Scarlett had finally stopped pretending she was undecided.For weeks, she had told herself she was simply considering her options , that Napa was an idea.A possibility.A place she might return to when things in Manhattan became too complicated.But that morning, standing in the middle of her bedroom with half of her wardrobe spread across the bed and two open suitcases waiting on the floor, Scarlett had finally admitted the truth.She was leaving.Not today,maybe not tomorrow but she was leaving.The realization should have felt freeing.Instead, it sat heavily in her chest.Scarlett stood in front of the open wardrobe for several seconds, one of Theo’s tiny sweaters hanging from her fingers. She had packed a few things already, quietly and without telling anyone. There was no point in announcing her departure until she had figured out exactly when she was going.And more importantly,how she was going to tell the people who mattered.Grant.Cassian.Roxy knew already of course. She was
Scarlett had been staring at the same email for nearly ten minutes when the knock sounded against her office door.She didn’t look up immediately.“Come in.”The door opened, but instead of hearing the familiar sound of one of the assistants rushing in with documents or another member of staff asking for approval on something, there was silence.The kind of silence that carried a presence with it.She lifted her eyes immediately.Cassian Blackwell stood in the doorway.Her brows rose immediately.“Well, this is unexpected.”Cassian stepped inside without answering, closing the door behind him before walking further into the office. He looked exactly as composed as usual, dressed in a black suit that seemed to have been tailored specifically for his body, his expression unreadable and his dark hair pushed neatly away from his face.But Scarlett had known Cassian long enough to notice the smallest changes in him.Something was bothering him.She leaned back in her chair.“You look like
Diane had never understood how something as simple as a smell could turn a perfectly normal morning into a personal attack.She had been standing in the kitchen for less than five minutes when the scent of coffee drifting from the machine made her stomach turn so violently that she had to grip the edge of the marble island.Her eyes squeezed shut.For a second, she stood completely still, waiting for the nausea to pass.It didn’t.“Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered.The kitchen was quiet around her, washed in the pale grey light of the early morning. Diane usually loved mornings like this.Or at least, she used to.Lately, everything had felt wrong.Her sleep had been terrible. She would fall into bed exhausted and somehow wake up feeling as though she hadn’t slept at all. Her body ached for no reason she could explain. Food tasted strange. Some days she was hungry enough to eat everything placed in front of her, and other days, the sight of a meal made her stomach twist.She blamed s
Scarlett stared at her reflection in the motel’s bathroom cracked mirror. Her once glossy hair now sat in uneven clusters. Her face was white and her skin was pale. She could barely recognize herself, she looked like a ghostShe took the scissors again and cut her hair shorter, one snip after anoth
The front door shut quietly behind Scarlett as she walked timidly behind her husband and his family. It had been a long day of one of their unending social events and they had been outside giving fake smiles and poses for the media and newspaper covers. One would think that she would finally have
The organ’s last notes faded into the silence of the chapel, leaving only the faint rustle of designer fabrics and murmured condolences. The Ashbourne funeral was supposed to be a statement of legacy, but all anyone could think about now was the ghost who had returned wearing heels sharp enough to
Manhattan.The sky above was a shade of blue that felt staged-too immaculate for a funeral. But Charles Ashbourne would have wanted it this way,a large crowd and unforgettable headlines.Outside the grand chapel,velvet ropes lined the cobblestones, struggling to hold back the swarm of paparazzi and







