Erika's world crumbled around her as she walked away from SteelCorp, her head buzzing with disbelief. She couldn't believe it. She'd never imagined that her meticulously built empire of control would come crashing down so abruptly. Her whole life, her identity, was carefully created to match Liam, and without it, she felt like a ship adrift in a turbulent sea.
The moment she stepped inside her elegantly furnished apartment, the tears welled up, and she couldn't hold them back any longer. Her usual composed appearance crumbled, and the carefully constructed façade she presented to the world dissolved into chaos. She tore at her perfectly styled hair, her manicured nails clawing at her scalp, as if trying to escape from her own body.
Collapsing onto her plush sofa, Erika's sobs wracked her
