She wasn’t his secret anymore. She was the scandal.
She dropped the phone. Splashing cold water on her face. Trying to wash off the shame.
But water couldn’t cleanse what she’d become.
A knock at the door.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
“I just need a minute.”
She wasn’t sure if she meant minutes… or a lifetime.
The transition from chaos to quiet was stark. No noise. No flashes. Just breath.
The walls were bare. The lighting dim. Security cameras monitored every angle.
