RAVEN’S POV:
The air in the hallway feels polluted, filling my lungs until I’m certain they’ll burst. As I run through the halls, my heels click on the floor, mocking my heartbeat that echoes through my ears.
Trophy wife. The words float around my head. Stupid, dumb trophy wife.
I cannot believe that he would keep such vile women in the same vicinity as me.
I reach my bedroom door and wrench it open, stumbling inside. I slam it shut and lean my forehead against the cold wood, gasping for air that won't come. My chest is so tight it feels like Dante’s own hands are wrapped around my throat, squeezing the life out of me.
Every memory of the last few months feels disgusting, and my skin crawls knowing I let him touch me. It was all a curated performance to keep me quiet, and here I was t
