Kimberly
The room felt smaller than ever, suffocating me with every passing minute. I didn't know how to tell him. The walls of the manor seemed to close in, and the idea of spending another day confined within them filled me with despair.
I sat on the couch in our shared living space, waiting for Kendrick to return from his meeting. I’d rehearsed the conversation in my head a hundred times, trying to find the right words to convince him.
When the door finally opened, he strode in, his presence commanding as always. Kendrick radiated an aura of authority that made the air in the room shift. I stood up, forcing myself to appear calm and collected.
“Kendrick,” I began, my voice steady.
He glanced at me briefly, arching a brow as he loosened the top button of his shirt. “What is it, Ki
