Phoebe's POV
Once I reached the bedroom, I collapsed onto the bed and slammed my fist into the pillow, fury coursing through me.
In my mind, I pictured it was Perry's face, though I could only dream of such defiance. One real blow against him would earn me a shallow grave.
But the rage burned inside me anyway.
That bastard trusted everyone else's lies over my words. Experience had taught me a harsh lesson - no matter what I said, it wouldn't matter. He'd already chosen his truth.
Defending myself would only make things worse.
Yet this crushing weight settled in my chest, like a stone pressing down on my lungs. I couldn't shake it. I fought back tears, but they spilled down my cheeks anyway.
So when Mason arrived with two omegas to clean the disaster in my room and bathroom, I yanked the blanket over my head and faked sleep.
If they were shocked by the destruction, they kept quiet about it. They worked fast and disappeared.
