~Narrator’s~

“She’s not even your wife legally, Reo,” Blair says flatly as she slides the tablet across the hallway console. “And yet... every single article still puts her name next to yours. And Leo’s. That triangle has horns now.”

Reo doesn’t flinch. But his jaw locks.

The hallway feels like it’s holding its breath. Dark. Cold floors. Echoes of tension trapped in the walls. Jennie steps into view, her flip-flops too soft to announce her presence, but Reo’s eyes snap toward her anyway like he sensed her heartbeat.

“Tell her,” he mutters to Blair.

“I’m not your messenger,” Blair snaps.

“Then I’ll do it.” Reo turns to Jennie. He sounds...