I stood there for a moment after he left.
The room felt colder. Emptier.
I pulled the sheets around myself, staring at the wall, trying not to think about what had just happened.
But how could I erase the thoughts while my pussy was still slimy wet from him, and I smelled like sex.
My body still tingled, but the heat was already turning into something darker. Shame. Anger. Confusion.
His last look replayed in my head.
"You'll never get over me, Alyssa."
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"I have," I whispered into the quiet room. "This was just one night. I was vulnerable. That's all."
But even to my own ears, it sounded weak.
I dragged a hand down my face.
Victor had always been my weakness. No matter how far I tried to move forward, somehow I found myself circling back to him.
And I hated that.
I hated how easily I fell.
My mind drifted back—uninvited.
The first night we met at that bar. The way his eyes locked onto mine across the room. The way something dangerous sparked between us without a single word exchanged.
Later, when Elena introduced him as her fiancé,I thought my world had tilted.
We should have stopped there.
But we didn't.
I remembered trying to avoid him countless time after the introduction. But he wouldn't let me.
Then we started again.
And every time, it felt harder to walk away.
I used to tell myself it meant nothing. That it was just desire. Just tension. Just unfinished chemistry.
But chemistry doesn't ruin you like this.
Chemistry doesn't make you feel like you're betraying everyone—including yourself.
After everything. After trying to ignore him. After trying to build something real with Aaron.
I gave in again and worse was I had initiated it..
"How shameless"
I finally lay down, exhaustion pulling at me.
I dozed off thinking about the mistake that had just happened.
after weeks of progress and finally moving on.
One night of weakness—and I was right back where I started.
***
The next morning, light pushed through the curtains and hit my face.
It was too bright. Too real.
My alarm had rung an hour ago, but I hadn't moved. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Heavy.
The thought of facing the company made my stomach twist.
The fraud case. The whispers. The board. Victor.
Reality had hit back.
I couldn't hide in this room forever.
I had to go see how far things had gone. I needed to know if the situation had gotten worse overnight.
I forced myself out of bed, dressed mechanically, and avoided looking at my reflection for too long.
The drive to the office felt longer than usual.
By the time the building came into view, my chest was already tight.
Ravenscroft Global stood tall and proud, its glass exterior shining under the morning sun like nothing inside it could ever be messy.
But today, it felt like a courtroom.
I stepped inside.
Every step toward my desk felt heavier than the last, as if the very floor judged me with silent malice. I could feel it—the almost mocking laughter in the hallways, the sidelong glances from staff that seemed to say, She's the one in trouble.
I kept my head straight.
I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.
Still, my stomach churned.
I lowered myself into my chair carefully, crossing one leg over the other like everything was normal. Like I hadn't spent the entire night drowning in guilt and confusion.
Mrs. Mellissa appeared a few minutes later, just like she always did.
She had been one of the very few people in this building who treated me kindly from the start.
Every morning, she brought me coffee with a warm smile that felt like sunlight cutting through the gloom.
But today… today was different.
She handed me the steaming cup without her usual brightness. Her eyes lingered on my face a second too long.
They were clouded with something I didn't want to name.
Pity.
And that look cut deeper than any harsh word ever could.
"You'll be fine, darling," she whispered softly before leaving.
I managed a faint smile as she nodded goodbye, but it barely reached my eyes.
Her small gesture, normally comforting, now only reminded me how fragile my position truly was.
How easily I could fall.
I hadn't even fully settled into my chair when Loretta's voice sliced through the quiet like a whip.
"My darling sister-in-law," she cooed, her tone dripping with mockery, "you've been summoned by the board."
The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Final.
For a split second, everything around me went still.
This was no longer whispers.
No longer hallway gossip.
The news had escalated far more than I thought, it had reached the board.
I stood up slowly.
Whatever waited behind those boardroom doors—
I had to face it.
As I walked towards the door ,I could see lorretta standing against the wall, legs crossed, chewing her gum so loud, smiling..
I almost grabbed her hair, I swear to God.