“Kourtney,” Scarlet hissed, the name tasting like poison on her tongue.

This was personal.

The comparisons, the discussion—they all stung like hell. But more than anything, she hated the fact that Sebastian was indeed legally married to that woman.

Scarlet felt like she was going crazy.

It could have been anyone else and she was pretty sure it wouldn't have hurt this much.

Why her?

Last night at the Gala, she’d felt a flicker of triumph when Kourtney was being humiliated during the announcement. Scarlet hadn’t needed to lift a finger—Kourtney was crumbling on her own.

But then Sebastian had stormed forward, his presence commanding the room. He’d wrapped her...