Kimberly
I stormed down the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor with every determined step. My chest heaved with the effort to suppress the fury bubbling inside me, but it was no use. Kendrick’s audacity, his arrogance, it was suffocating.
How dare he try to dictate my life like that?
I reached the end of the corridor and pushed open the double doors leading to the garden. The cool night air greeted me, a sharp contrast to the heat rising in my cheeks.
I needed space, somewhere to think, somewhere to breathe.
The garden was quiet, the only sounds the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of crickets. I walked toward the fountain at its center, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. The water sparkled under the moonlight, its gentle trickle soothing in a
