Regina Quinn's morning began like any other—coffee in her favorite porcelain cup, a silk robe tied neatly at her waist, and the business section of the daily newspaper spread across the long marble kitchen island.
The gentle hum of classical music played in the background as she scrolled through her tablet, checking emails and news alerts.
She had just taken a sip of her still-hot espresso when the first headline popped up on the corner of the screen.
"EXCLUSIVE: Billionaire's Wife, Ivy Winter's Suspected in Best Friend's Accident—Sources Say It Was No Coincidence."
Regina's fingers froze mid-scroll. Her cup clinked sharply against the counter as she placed it down, her eyes narrowing at the bold letters.
"What in the world is this nonsense?" she muttered under her breath, quickly tapping the headline.
