The text appears in my vision the moment Julian's fingers brush mine. **SilverLining92:** *Oh no, she's actually trying to seduce him. Girl, read the room.* I freeze. The words hang in the air between us — between me and my husband of six months, who hasn't touched me once, who barely looks at me, who treats our penthouse like a hotel he's obligated to return to each night. **BookwormBecca:** *This is painful. The real FL shows up in like 3 chapters and he's going to WORSHIP her.* My hand is still outstretched. Julian's dark eyes flick to it, then away, and I watch something in his jaw tighten before he turns back to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The text is still there. Glowing. Impossible. **ReadingAtMidnight:** *Celeste Ashford is such a throwaway character. She exists to make us appreciate the heroine more.* My name. They used my name. I pull my hand back slowly, my heart doing something arrhythmic in my chest. Julian doesn't notice. He never notices. "I'm going to bed," I say, and my voice comes out steady, which feels like a miracle. He doesn't respond. He hasn't responded to me in weeks unless it's absolutely necessary. Our marriage — arranged by our families, sealed with signatures and stock transfers — is a business transaction he's already written off. **TheRomanceReader:** *Four more months until her family's company crashes. The Langford deal is going to fall through and the Ashfords are DONE.* I stop walking. The Langford deal. We've been negotiating with Langford Industries for eight months. It's not public yet. My father hasn't even told the board the terms. **SilverLining92:** *And then she's going to oppose the heroine and Julian is going to absolutely destroy her. I heard she ends up freezing to death on the street.* The bedroom door is three steps away. I make it inside and close it before my knees decide they're done holding me up. I slide down to the floor, expensive silk robe pooling around me, and the comments keep coming. **BookwormBecca:** *Honestly, I'm just here for Julian's redemption arc. He's so broken right now.* I press my palms against the hardwood, grounding myself in something solid, something real. The text is still there. And I have no idea what it means.