POV: Nova
I woke up to my phone exploding.
Not literally, though the endless buzzing and ringing made it sound like a bomb going off next to my head. Bleary-eyed, I reached for it, expecting maybe a few missed calls from my publicist about damage control from last night's gala.
Instead, I found ninety-seven missed calls, four hundred and thirty-eight text messages, and a voicemail box so full it had stopped accepting new messages.
My stomach dropped.
The first headline I saw made my blood turn to ice:
**"GRAMMY WINNER NOVA BLACK CAUGHT CHEATING ON DEVOTED HUSBAND"**
The photo underneath showed me and Kai on the rooftop, kissing under the stars. It should have been beautiful—it was the most honest moment I'd had in years. Instead, it looked sordid. Desperate. Like exactly what Darren
