Third person POV
The storm had been brewing for weeks.
Calvin sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the crumpled papers in his hand—the divorce documents Milly had torn to shreds just days earlier. It wasn't just about legalities anymore. This was psychological warfare. Every step forward he took, she countered with a calculated move back into his life, latching on like a parasite that refused to die.
He rubbed his hands over his face, groaning. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, another notification, another headline: "Power Couple or Perfect Illusion? Calvin Hart and Wife Spotted in Rare PDA Moment". She'd leaked more staged photos. Again.
The door slammed open without warning.
Letty.
She didn't knock. She didn't need to.
Her heels echoed against the marble floor as she marched in like a soldier heading for war. Dressed in a tight black blazer and matching trousers, hair pulled into a sharp ponytail, Letty radiated purpose.
