Regina's POV I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that photo.Me—caught in a candid I never took, framed by shadows I never noticed. Alone and feeling somewhat exposed. Somewhere out there, someone was watching.And worse—they wanted me to know it.I kept checking the locks, the windows, the tiny crawl space in the hallway closet, like a paranoid wreck on the brink. The silence in the apartment was louder than any scream.By morning, I was a husk of myself—red-eyed, bone-weary, stomach in knots.But I still pulled on my blouse, tugged on my blazer, and forced my feet into those black heels that made my toes ache.If they wanted to break me, they’d have to come harder.I wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.I walked into Walton & Co with my head high and my heart pounding like a war drum.The minute I sat down, Jenna materialized again.Like she’d been waiting. Like she knew.She dropped a coffee on my desk—black, no sugar, exactly how I l
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