A confession she should not hear
With only far-off city lights illuminating the dark velvet sky, the night pressed hard against the penthouse's glass walls. Replaying the echoes of the earlier dispute, Emilia went silently around the living room, her fingers lightly brushing the back of a leather sofa. Adrian had departed in a fit of icy rage after getting a call, which he would not elaborate on. As soon as she signed his contract, she made a commitment to herself to stay in the bedroom, keep her mouth shut, and follow the regulations. But tonight, something didn't feel quite right. Too incorrect. The penthouse was too empty, too motionless. This kind of space shouldn't feel like it's holding its breath.She listened while encircling herself with her arms. Voices flowed across the
