JANE’S POV
I swear the moment I stormed into my hotel room, I was like a damn hurricane. The first thing I did was grab my bag and fling it across the room like it had personally offended me. It hit the wall with a dull thud and dropped to the floor like some useless thing. My heels? Oh, those traitors didn’t stand a chance either. One flew to the left, the other to the right. I didn’t even care where they landed. The room was a mess now — just like my life.
I wanted to scream. God, I wanted to scream so bad my throat burned. But I couldn’t. Not here. The walls were too thin, and the last thing I needed was some nosy neighbor knocking on my door asking if I was okay. No, darling, Jane’s not okay. Jane’s a f**king disaster right now.
Tears were pouring down my face like someone had turne
