JASON'S POV
I spotted Max and Dylan across the room, their usual carefree selves now awkwardly hanging back, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Smart move.
Their eyes flicked over to me, and I could see the unspoken question hanging between us: Is this really Ella? The same Ella we all knew, the one who used to be sarcastic, playful, but somehow always had that fire in her eyes. Was that version of her gone for good? Had she came back.
I didn't need to say anything. I just shook my head.
Max frowned slightly, and Dylan's lips tightened as if they knew exactly what I meant. This wasn't the Ella we used to joke around with. This was... something else. Something cold, calculating, and more than a little dangerous.
And as I stood there, pretending to be her perfect husband in front of the cameras, I realized something I couldn't escape: