Raina’s POV
I turned around before temptation won and I committed attempted murder with office supplies.
The moment I slammed my bedroom door shut, I heard him laugh softly outside.
Laugh.
The audacity.
I stood there gripping the doorknob for several seconds, breathing slowly through my irritation.
Then eventually, I dragged myself toward the bathroom mirror.
And froze.
My face looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like someone who had spent years carrying something heavy only to realize too late that nobody asked her to carry it.
I stared at my reflection quietly.
Then slowly reached for the makeup wipes beside the sink.
Tomorrow.
I just needed to survive tomorrow.
The next morning
Grant Group headquarters rose into the skyline like polished arrogance wrapped in
