Juliette
Dead silence haunts the room.
The only sound we can hear is the fading sound of heels clicking on the floor. Maxine's expensive heels. The heels that she didn't take off for one single second. The heels that she uses to step on people's neck.
I'm frozen on the floor.
Roman is glued to the ground, wet with wine. His cheeks wet with tears. He's shook to the core.
"Aren't you going to talk?" I mutter.
"Run." His voice turns to a whisper.
"Run?" I glare at him. "That's all you have to say after everything you did to me? After everything you lied about? Was this even real to you?"
He stands from the floor and bolts to the door. He swings it open and stands there, rigid like a robot.
"Run!" He repeats sharper and louder.
My heart shatters into pieces when I realise what he's
