Selena's POV
The room fell quiet as Jennifer read the text aloud.
"Jason and Stacey, engaged," she said, her voice low but certain.
I didn't flinch.
Didn't blink.
Didn't breathe.
I simply leaned back in my leather chair, eyes locked on the maps in front of me, the city glowing in silent obedience. But inside… something cracked. Not loud. Just enough for me to feel it.
Engaged.
The word echoed like a dull blade dragged across my ribs. Not because I loved him—love was a luxury I hadn't touched in years. But because once, before the blood and betrayal, he looked at me like I was the only thing that made sense in his chaotic world.
And I believed it.
"Say something," Jennifer said quietly. She knew me too well. She knew the silence meant war.
I stood, walked over to the windows, and looked down at the people beneath me—tiny, forgettable, moving without knowing they lived under the shadow of my name.
"It doesn't matter," I said. "He chose her a long time ago."
