ALINA’S POV
“So you really are a slut,” my landlady spat, her voice sharp enough to cut skin. “Jumping from one man to another under my roof. You don’t even deserve my mercy.”
I stood there, numb, my hands hanging uselessly by my sides. There was no point explaining. No point begging. Even if I screamed the truth until my throat bled, it wouldn’t change the way she was looking at me. like dirt that had somehow learned how to breathe.
“I’ll leave,” I said quietly. My voice surprised me with how calm it sounded. “As soon as possible.”
She laughed, a short, humorless sound. “Possible?” She shook her head. “You have thirty minutes.”
My heart dropped.
“Thirty minutes?” I echoed.
“Thirty,” she repeated coldly. “If you’re not gone by then, he will throw your things out.”
She gestured to t
