Sienna woke up with shame in her bones.
She lay there staring at the ceiling. Noah slept beside her. His breathing even and peaceful. Trusting.
Everything she wasn't.
This has to stop. It has to stop now.
She repeated it like a prayer. Like if she said it enough times it would become true.
Every time she let Landon near, she lost pieces of herself. Pieces she'd never get back. Pieces Noah deserved to have whole.
She slipped out of bed. Went to the bathroom. The marks on her neck had faded but she still covered them with foundation. Her hands shook as she applied it.
What if Noah noticed? What if she'd missed a spot?
She got dressed. Went downstairs. Made coffee. Normal morning routine. Nothing to see here. Just the perfect fiancée making breakfast.
Not the girl
