Mila’s POV
I still couldn’t believe it.
I sat in my cramped office, the walls closing in around me. The air felt too thick, every shallow breath stinging with the weight of confusion and betrayal. My gaze locked onto the blank white wall ahead, tears streaming down my face as my mind spiralled.
Why would he do this to me?
Why would he, of all people, demote me without even a word, a conversation?
Was this about the kiss? My stomach twisted at the thought. I couldn’t stop asking myself the same question, each time more desperate. Was this his way of punishing me for what happened at my house?
No. It had to be something else. This had to be a misunderstanding, I told myself, clinging to the hope that this wasn’t real. But the truth gnawed at the edges of my mind like an unshakable shad
