Rose’s POV
I stepped out of Angelo’s office into the cold afternoon air, my cheeks burning with anger and humiliation. My mind replayed every venomous word he had thrown at me, every smug smirk, and every belittling laugh. The thought of him still made my stomach churn.
It wasn’t enough that he had sabotaged my career; now, he was using my past to dangle power over me. He didn’t want me back because he cared. He wanted control—for his ego and his vendetta against Jack.
I shook my head, forcing my legs to keep moving. I didn’t have time to dwell on Angelo’s manipulative games. I had a daughter to think about, bills to pay, and a life to piece back together.
By the time I reached the bustling downtown streets, my determination had reignited. I spent the next several hours hopping between
