Serena
I stayed on the floor of the bedroom for a while, hugging my knees, wiping my face every few minutes because the tears just kept coming back on their own. I felt stupid for crying, but the truth was I couldn't help it.
Everything about Damien's sudden coldness confused me. One moment he was warm and I don't know—seemingly better than before, and the next he was packing a suitcase and telling me not to call him after answering the call of a strange woman.
At this point, I didn't even understand what my life had become.
This was supposed to be a contractual arrangement to protect my inheritance and keep me safe but somehow those lines were long blurred and it feels like I'm the only one suffering.
A small voice in my head kept saying I should have stayed at one of my apartments instead of coming back here. It would've been easier but I didn't listen and now, I wasn't sure what to do.
