Ninette's POVThe Riverside Hotel became my prison. Three weeks of racking up charges on my credit card I couldn't afford, because going back to the apartment felt impossible. My clothes were still there, my whole life packed into that tiny space, but every time I thought about facing it, my chest tightened until I couldn't breathe.My body still remembered that night. The stranger's hands on my skin. The feeling of being worshipped, wanted, seen. Now I lived in silence, no touch, no voice, just the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of traffic below.The contrast was suffocating.Damien filed for divorce first. He had his lawyer serve me the papers at my office, right in the middle of a team meeting.His assistant walked in, a woman in a crisp suit who'd probably done this a hundred times before, and scanned the conference table. "Ninette Cole?"My mouth went dry. "Yes?""You've been served." She slid the manila envelope across the table with professional detachment.T
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