Scarlett POV
Sleep was a lost cause the second my ex showed up out of nowhere, talking about getting remarried.
Every time I closed my eyes,s I half-expected him to materialize in the doorway with a ridiculous bouquet, looking all sincere and sorry.
So I curled up on the hotel couch with some artsy foreign film playing low, hoping the soft lighting and quiet dialogue would finally knock me out.
My phone lit up instead.
Christina.
My stomach did a slow flip.
Last thing I needed was my former mother-in-law circling back about the settlement money again.
I hesitated, thumb hovering, then swiped to answer.
“Hey, Christina.”
“Scarlett. Did that little s**t Jaxen come bother you?”
I blinked. “Uh… no?”
Silence on the other end, the kind that meant she was frowning hard.
“Then why
