Martin's POV
For the past few days, I have buried myself at work. I attended unnecessary meetings, cross-checked contracts, and engaged in different deals. I did everything and anything to keep my mind off Mirabella.
She disappeared without a word and came back only to ask for help. What does she think I am? A helper on standby? A safety net for when her world falls apart? I told myself to move on, but I was still stuck.
I risked everything that night. I walked into Andrew’s fortress of a house with the desperation to rescue her, but she wasn’t there. She had already escaped, already moved on. That should have been a relief, but instead, it felt like a slap to my face. I thought I had meant something, that we could be something, but she left me in the dark with no calls or texts.
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