Scarlet sat by herself in the muted light of her apartment, the crush of what she'd done bearing down on her like a rock. Her hands shook as she replayed the video—Noah, drunk and exposed, her mouth on his skin, the fog of wine and broken heart shrouding the moment. A moment that he might not even recall.
She glared at the screen, jaw clenched, eyes glittering with something between guilt and silent revenge. And then, taking a deep breath, she hit send.
The message went to Mr. Baek.
Attached was the video—and the message:
"Keep them apart. You wanted leverage? Now you have it."
Scarlet sank back into the couch, exhaling slowly. "You'll see, Noah," she whispered. "He was never good for you. He never stayed when it mattered. Maybe now… maybe now you'll finally look at me."
Meanwhile, across the city, Mr. Baek opened the message, his lips curling into a slow, calculating smile.
"Let's see how far he'll fall this time," he murmured, already plotting his next move.
