Ofelia’s POV
I cried myself to sleep.
Not because of Damien.
That was the lie I kept repeating in my head as the tears soaked my pillow. The truth was that everything had finally caught up with me. Ethan’s betrayal. Losing my apartment. Starting over in a city that still felt foreign. Living in a mansion that didn’t feel like home. Working for a man who could make me furious one minute and completely confuse me the next.
And last night…
Last night had been the final straw.
“Another one-night stand?”
The words echoed through my mind like poison. He had looked at me as though I were cheap. Easy. Like I jumped from one man’s bed to another. I had given him something I had never planned to give a stranger—one reckless night born from heartbreak and too much alcohol. And somehow, he had
