Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

The penthouse was silent. Not the peaceful silence of a library, but the dead silence of a tomb.

"Evelyn!"

Julian's voice echoed off the high ceilings. He ran up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Empty.

He went to the closet. He ripped the doors open.

Half the racks were bare. But the floor... the floor was a graveyard of luxury.

Birkin bags piled like trash. Diamond necklaces coiled on the carpet like snakes. The limited edition Chanel jacket he had flown in from Paris was crumpled in a corner.

She had left it all. Everything he had used to define her worth.

"Sir," Harrison said from the doorway, holding an iPad. "You need to see this."

"I don't care about business right now!" Julian was on his knees, sifting through the discarded clothes, looking for... what? A note? A sign?

"It's your personal account, sir. A wire transfer just came through."

Julian snatched the iPad.

00

SENDER: ANONYMOUS TRUST 742 (CAYMAN ISLANDS)

MEMO: Reimbursement for 3 years of room and board. We are even. - E.R.

Julian stared at the zeros. Twenty million dollars.

"Where did she get this?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "She has no money. Her family is broke. I pay for everything."

"We tried to trace it, sir," Harrison said nervously. "It's a blind trust. Completely airtight. We can't see the source."

"Twenty million..." Julian stood up, the iPad shaking in his hand. "Did she steal it? Did she have a lover?"

His mind raced. Evelyn, his quiet, obedient Evelyn. The woman who asked permission to buy a new winter coat. Had she been hiding a fortune? Or worse, had someone else been funding her?

"She paid me back," Julian said, his voice hollow. "She bought her freedom."

Serena walked in then, trailing the silver gown. She looked at the mess on the floor.

"Wow," she said, picking up a diamond bracelet. "She really threw a tantrum, didn't she? Did she steal anything?"

Julian looked at Serena. Really looked at her. For the first time, he didn't see a fragile flower. He saw a vulture picking at a carcass.

"Put that down," he said.

"What? I'm just checking if-"

"I said put it down!" Julian roared.

Serena flinched, dropping the bracelet. "Julian! Why are you yelling at me? She's the one who ran away!"

"Get out," Julian said. He felt exhausted. Bone deep.

"What?"

"Get out of my house, Serena. Go back to your hotel."

"But... I thought we could..."

"OUT!"

Serena turned and ran, tears streaming down her face-real or fake, he couldn't tell anymore.

Julian sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of his marriage. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

An email. From Sterling & Hale.

Subject: Divorce Petition - Vance v. Vance.

He opened the attachment. It wasn't just a petition. It was a dossier.

Photos. Dates. Times.

Julian entering Serena's hotel. Julian at dinner with Serena. Julian holding Serena's hand.

And then, the timestamp on the last photo.

8:42 PM.

Location: Hollywood Blvd.

The exact moment the fire alarm had gone off in the penthouse.

She knew everything. She hadn't been oblivious. She had been watching. Waiting. And now, she was gone, leaving behind twenty million dollars and a mystery he couldn't solve.