Scarlett POV
I did not know the bastard had already bought a ticket.
After the castle town and a candlelit dinner that almost killed the leftover from his remarriage bombshell, I crashed at the hotel. Being overseas had one solid perk—work could wait.
The next morning I dropped Allen at the university for his conference, then wandered the nearby sights until the light started fading.
By the time I headed back, all I wanted was a hot shower and silence.
Instead, I found a tall, familiar silhouette planted right in front of my hotel room door.
Jaxen Hale.
Half a world away.
Holding a bouquet like this was some Hallmark movie.
A cold spike of unease slid down my spine.
In all the years we were married, he’d never once just… shown up with flowers.
Money? Sure. Unlimited black c
