Ellie’s phone buzzed. Unknown: Your boyfriend’s at a private party. A woman’s all over him. You might wanna get there before he forgets you exist. —X She choked on her popcorn. Gulping soda to force it down, she stared at the message, heart hammering. Send me the address, she texted, already throwing on a dress. Fifteen minutes later, Ellie stood outside a glowing estate, heels clicking against marble, eyes on the mansion doors. She tried to walk in. “Invite?” the guard asked. “I’m with Sawyer S