I hadn’t even unpacked my stuff in the studio when my phone buzzed.

Group chat.

FloraLux PR Team:

“Hi Miss Emily, need your urgent response. A tabloid photo just surfaced. Kindly check your email.”

More notifications followed. Emails. Messages. Alerts.

I frowned. I’m not part of Mom’s PR team, but I picked up the issue fast enough while passing the admin office. One of the secretaries was holding her phone, whispering to another:

“Isn’t that the ex who trashed Edward before?”

My mind immediately jumped to Mom.

By the time I got home, I wasn’t even past the gate when I heard her voice—loud and trembling.

“What is this garbage...