Katrina pov
The silence in the hallway was suffocating, thick with a tension that made it hard to draw a single breath. My dad’s eyes bore into mine, heavy with an agonizing mixture of love, fear, and desperation.
"Did you get married to a billionaire using your friend's name?" my dad asked again, his voice dropping into a low, trembling register that broke my heart.
The question hung in the air like a lethal blade. *Should I lie to him, or should I tell him the truth?* I asked myself, my mind spinning into a frantic, chaotic spiral. If I told him the truth, it would crush his spirit and destroy the pride he had in me. If I lied, I would be dragging the one person who truly loved me into this endless, suffocating web of deceit.
Before the silence could stretch too far, my aunt stepped
