The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the thin curtains. The light should have been comforting, warming, but to Katherine, it felt like a spotlight on the chaos in her heart. She sat at the edge of the dining chair, her untouched cup of tea cooling beside her. Her phone lay on the table, screen dark, though she had already refreshed the news app a dozen times.
Felix Hartmann announces engagement to heiress Lara Quinn.
The headline blazed behind her eyelids every time she blinked. Her heart clenched as she recalled the photo attached. Felix in his signature dark suit, his arm around Lara's hand. They stood too close. Lara had her hand on his chest.
Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the cup, but the bitter taste of the tea only made it worse. The nausea rose again, curling in her stomach.
"He wouldn't..." she whispered to herself, but the words held no conviction. Felix wouldn't... but he did. Or did he?
