SAMANTHA
The cold wind slapped against my face as I stepped out of the towering glass building I once thought I owned a part of. My tear-streaked face burned with humiliation, and my heart pounded with anger. I had begged. I had pleaded. I had even thrown away every ounce of pride, but Oliver Blackwood had dismissed me like I was nothing—like I was trash. It didn’t matter how many times I had stood by his side, how many late nights I had spent building Blackwood Enterprises into what it was today. He had looked me in the eye, dismissed me, and walked away without a second thought.
The feeling of betrayal was a physical ache, a weight that pressed on my chest with every step I took. My body trembled, but it wasn’t from the wind. It was from the fury coursing through my veins. How dare he?
