She lifts her face and meets my eyes. “Okay. Okay. I...I didn’t come here just to show off my new look. That was part of a misguided revenge, but—”

“Part of it?” What the fuck? What the fuck?

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“It’s worse than I think if you’re posting this kind of photo to get back at me—”

“I didn’t. I did not do that.” Sincerity shines from her eyes, and I almost believe her...but how can I? “I thought that was a photo of the waterfall. But before that, I was only letting you choose from run-of-the-mill photos for the account because...” She hesitates and I hold my breath. “My old PR firm hired me to run defense for another company.”

That...makes zero sense. “What does that mean?”

“They hired me to come here and work for you and post things that would make Bliss look less attractive than their client.” She bites her lip so hard I want to tell her to stop, but I say nothing. “Not to make you look bad. Just to...make the other place look even better. More luxurious. I was supposed to be here for a month and then quit.” She shakes her head, looking up at the ceiling like something there will help her. “You have no idea how bad it was in New York. A piece of my ceiling fell into this soup, and then a bunch of bugs crawled out—”

“Just stop.” I can’t process this. I can’t believe that Jenny, my Jenny, the Jenny who has been in my bed every night, who cried at the thought of other people judging her for wanting to be different, did this.

“I needed the money,” she whispers. “I’ll give it all back. And I swear, Roman, I would never have done this. It was late, and I was tired, and you had just gone—” A ghost of a smile skips across her face and disappears. “I fucked up. I know it. But I didn’t mean it.”

It won’t end here. It won’t end here for me, or the resort. I yank my phone from my pocket and toss it on the desk between us. “Delete the photo.” It’s already too late. I know that. Still, it can’t stay up.

“Okay.” Jenny picks up the phone with trembling fingers. “What’s—what’s your passcode?” I wrench it back from her and type it in. “It’ll only take me a second. There are a couple of apps...” One look at me, and she presses her lips together and says nothing.

I let the silence sharpen as she clicks and scrolls.