Scarlett POV
The next afternoon I woke up with a headache that felt like someone had spent the entire night hammering nails into my skull. I opened my eyes, stared at the ceiling, and immediately regretted being alive. Alcohol had been a terrible idea.
I rubbed my temples and tried to remember how much I’d actually drunk.
That was when the memories started coming back—not properly, just in broken pieces. A glass. My bedroom. Someone standing beside the bed. Then a face.
Jaxen?
I sat up so fast that the room spun.
What the hell had my ex-husband been doing in my bedroom?
I pressed my fingers harder against my forehead and forced myself to dig through the fog.
The more I searched, the clearer his face became. I remembered him standing there. I remembered him saying something. And th
