Ava sank back into the plush seat of the car, her body leaning against the cool leather as her gaze drifted toward the city skyline disappearing in the distance.
She was leaving—there was no other choice, not after what had happened. The streets, the headlines, the whispers… everyone was desperate for answers, hungry to know the reason behind the scandal that had shaken the city's elite. And she… she still couldn't understand why someone would go to such extremes, why they would set everything ablaze just to see it crumble.
Her mind replayed the moment she had stumbled upon that page. At first, it seemed harmless—just another private corner of the internet—until she realized what it truly contained. Hidden photographs, intimate and damning. Ethan and Grace, smiling as if the world belonged to them. Then another image—of her—captioned with cruel certainty, declaring that the relationship had always been nothing but a façade.
Her stomach tightened.
