The morning light crept through the curtains, spilling across the bed where Serena still slept. For once, her mind was still. No deadlines. No whispers. Just the steady rhythm of Roman’s breathing beside her.

It felt like peace, the kind she hadn’t tasted in years.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand once. Then again. Then again.

She stirred, frowning, half-asleep. The vibration didn’t stop. It grew louder, constant, as if the entire world was trying to reach her at once.

With a groggy sigh, she reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.

134 missed calls. 89 unread messages. 200+ mentions.

Her heart skipped.

She sat up slowly, scrolling through...