Chapter 83 The Scandal
- The morning started like any other.
- I woke up with a dull headache, the remnants of yesterday’s tension still clinging to me. The room was quiet, the air thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and something colder—regret.
- I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slowly before pushing myself up. The sun was already creeping through the curtains, too bright, too intrusive.