Chapter 115 When the curtain fall

Scarlett’s POV I stood downstairs outside Katelyn’s newspaper office, hiding behind a car parked across the street, my eyes fixed on the tall glass window. The light inside the room spilled out warmly onto the pavement, a cruel contrast to the cold curling in my chest. Then I saw him. Ethan. He was holding her. His arms wrapped around Katelyn like she was something precious, fragile, irreplaceable. My breath caught. My nails dug deep into my palms, sharp enough to break skin. No. He was supposed to be mine. He had always been mine. And yet, there he stood, his face buried against her hair, his hand stroking her back with a gentleness that used to belong to me. A storm rose in my chest. At first it was disbelief. Then fury. That sight, that woman in his arms, tore something open inside me. I wanted to scream, to break through the window and rip her away from him. She wasn’t supposed to win. She wasn’t supposed to be standing there, basking in his affection like she had earned it. Like s