The breaking point came at a gala in Paris.
Elena, dressed in crimson silk, played her role beside him flawlessly—until she overheard Victoria hissing to a group of investors.
"She's nothing but a prop. A convenient cover story for Alexander until he decides she's disposable."
Elena's hands trembled. When Alexander found her later, she was already walking out.
"Elena," he said sharply.
She turned, tears brimming. "Am I just a pawn to you?"
His silence was louder than any denial.
And that silence shattered her.