Amira pov
The silence after Damien shut his office door was louder than any argument.
It pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe.
The rain outside was still pouring, steady and merciless, beating against the glass like it was echoing the storm inside me.
He thought I leaked it.
He actually thought I was capable of that.
I stood there for a long time, just staring at the door he’d walked through. My hands trembled, my throat burned, and before I realized it, tears started slipping down my cheeks slow, helpless, humiliating tears.
After everything… after all the nights I spent defending him, believing in him, trying to see the man behind the walls he still didn’t trust me.
And that broke something inside me.
I wiped my tears quickly, forcing myself to breathe. But the
