Katrina pov
"You are fired."
The words felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. I read the letter again, the black ink blurring before my eyes, before I slowly looked up at my manager.
"Sir, I can explain," I pleaded, my voice cracking under the immense strain of the morning.
He crossed his arms, leaning back in his leather chair with a scoff. "Explain what, Stacy? You always come late to work. Is it because you are a billionaire's wife now? You're the first girl in this department to get married to a billionaire, so do you think the rules don't apply to you anymore?"
I kept quiet. The sting of his words cut deep, but I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that my lateness today was because my best friend's mother had just slapped me, threatened my husband,
