The paper felt like it was burning my skin. “Intentionally severed.” I read the words over and over until they blurred into a jagged mess of ink. I looked at the locked door, the silence of the penthouse now feeling heavy, almost suffocating. Damian had said he was protecting Victoria. He said he had saved her. But Victoria’s letter painted a picture of a man who would stop at nothing to eliminate a threat.
Was I his wife, or was I just the next "threat" he had decided to manage with silk sheets and expensive diamonds?
I couldn't stay in the bed. I paced the room, the silk of my robe whispering against the floor like a warning. The news was still playing on the silent TV screen—grainy images of the Black Tower surrounded by police cars and reporters. I felt like a bird in a cage, watchin
