Sarah Lacy rushed back into Lacy Corporation, numb with panic and humiliation. The moment she reached her office, she slammed the door shut.
And then—
The dam broke.
Tears—hot, heavy, uncontrollable—spilled down her cheeks in thick droplets.
She wanted to scream. To cry loudly enough to shake the walls.
But she couldn’t.
Not here. Not in this place full of prying eyes and listening ears.
So she clamped a hand over her mouth and nose, muffling the sobs as her shoulders shook violently.
She sank to the floor, curled in on herself. Her makeup streaked. Her cheeks burned. Her vision blurred.
And still—
The tears kept coming.
Again.
Again it was him.
Paul Lacy.
Every time she tried to stand on her own, he was there to push her back into the mud.
She wanted—god, she wanted—to marc
