Selene and Damian’s bedroom still smelled like expensive perfume and betrayal.

Damian tossed his suit jacket onto a chair, loosening his tie as he spoke, voice low but sharp.

“I told you we shouldn’t have gone there, Selene. That stunt with the ring, now the whole world knows.”

Selene, sitting at the vanity and taking off her diamond earrings, scoffed.

“Well, the celebrant invited me,” she said, raising a brow. “Besides, the public loves drama. You saw the cameras, didn’t you? We looked perfect together.”

He shot her a glare through the mirror. “Perfect? You just made things messier. I hope you realize the media won’t shut up about this.”...