Damian's Pov
I never thought I'd cry like that.
Not the way people do in movies-with shouting or tears streaming down their face in some cinematic breakdown. No. It wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. It was quiet. Heavy. Like when thunder lingers just beyond the clouds and you're waiting for the lightning to strike-but it never does. That kind of pain, the kind that starts in your chest and slowly spreads like poison, leaving you numb.
And it all started with a folder. A simple manila envelope, slipped under the door of my office while Layla and I were discussing a wave of suspicious discrepancies in our quarterly reports. I thought it was just another file-another headache in a long list of recent ones.
I picked it up absently, still mid-sentence, and cracked it open.
The moment my eye
