Chapter 74 The Letter She Was Never Meant To See

• Scarlett sat on the floor of Damien’s study, her back resting against the edge of his desk, the room dimly lit by the setting sun filtering through half-closed blinds.
• She shouldn’t have been there.
• But the file cabinet had been left slightly ajar, and curiosity—or instinct—had pulled her toward it. Now, scattered around her were old envelopes, contracts, and yellowing photographs. But one envelope stood out.