Marcelina's POV
My heart started pounding fast as silence crashed into the room again. It was heavy, suffocating, and I could barely think or breathe.
"You motherf—"
"I'd suggest you choose your next words very carefully, Marcelina," he said, cutting me off.
The rest of the insult died in my throat as the warning settled over me. Not because I wanted to stop... but because something in his eyes told me it would be a bigger mistake if I didn't.
Turning away from him, I dragged a hand through my hair and tried to steady myself, but it was useless. My thoughts were already spiraling.
Marriage, honeymoon, my colleagues...
God.
I could already picture their faces. The whispers. The shock. The disbelief.
They all knew me.
They knew how I was—focused, uptight, always working, never da
