Chapter Twenty-three

(Selena's POV)

I barely made it to my office without collapsing. My heels clicked too loudly on the marble floors, echoing every tremor in my chest. The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My legs felt like glass.

I stared at my reflection in the glass cabinet across the room—my face looked pale beneath my makeup, my eyes were wild. I look like someone who has just seen a ghost.

I blinked, trying to steady myself, and walked slowly to my desk. Claire popped her head in a second later, tablet in hand, chirpy as always.

“You have a strategy call with Legal at one, then—”

“Cancel everything,” I said, cutting her off. My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.

Claire blinked. “All of it?”

“Yes,” I snapped. “Everything. I need the rest of the day off.”

She hesitated only a second before nodding. “Of course. I’ll handle it.”

Once she left, I sat behind my desk, my hands trembling as I opened my drawer and pull