The eighty-inch screen in the living room was a window into hell.
My face was plastered across every pixel. A photo from three years ago—me looking young, blonde, and naive—was split-screened next to a candid shot from last night: me in the red dress, clinging to Cyprian, looking like a woman who had just set the world on fire.
The headline scrolled in aggressive crimson font: THE RUNAWAY WARD: GOLD DIGGER OR MENTAL BREAKDOWN?
"They went with 'Gold Digger,'" Cyprian noted dryly. He leaned against the granite island of the open-concept kitchen, watching the screen with the detachment of a man watching the weather channel. "Though 'Mental Breakdown' is polling well on Twitter."
On screen, a reporter stood outside the Thorne Estate gates.
"Sources close to the family say Vespera Vane has
