Stella
The gentle buzz of the air conditioner filled the quiet space of the elegant living room. I sat on the edge of the luxurious cream-hued couch, my fingers sinking into the gentle fabric while I reflected on the happenings of the last few days. James had become more controlling over time, and his efforts to separate me from everything and everyone were becoming clearer each day.
What is his recent claim? Jack was determined to destroy me. James maintained that Jack was leaking information to the press, reviving rumors of my previous embarrassment. I wished to chuckle at the ridiculousness of it, but instead, I went along with it, my face unchanged, even showing compassion.
“You have to believe me, Stella,” James said with all seriousness in his voice. His sharp brown eyes met min
